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There are no magic words

or clever rhyme

to stay the aching of the heart

or silence of the night void of sleep or peace

which haunts until sun finds you

solitary to greet the new day

in hope of new love to ease the pain.




Photo: Myicahel Tamburini

A tale and a treat I have for you, a twist familiar, but a story new.
It begins long ago in a place and time not yours to know.

Riddle, it may seem, but I tell it true, this fable familiar; but new to you. So began our journey. End…



Of the unnatural kind

Ruslan Rozanov

“Like what Ken, maybe I can help.”

“Full name, service number, the branch of service, conflict(s) served in, date and place of birth, and date of death if he or she is deceased.”

“Yeah, that’s not going to happen.”

“Agreed, hey did Marcela keep any photos at your place?”

“OMG, I’m an idiot, yes she has a box of them.”

“How’s that steak?”

“Great, want a taste?”


The pooling red juice on her plate looks anything but inviting to me. Jaclyn has the look of a wild mustang, eyes glazing at me.

“You’re not eating, is the fish ok?”

“It is very good, just trying to figure things out.”

Her attention is intense as she consumes every last bit of the steak, leaving all the side dishes.

“What do you have so far?”

“I’ll know better after the photos.”



Of the unnatural kind


We pull up in front of a steakhouse where Jaclyn announces she is famished.

“No Cantonese?’

“I crave meat when anxious.”

She had a wild playful piercing look in her eyes.

“Steak it is then.”

We head in where I get to see a different side of Jaclyn, the instinctual…



Of the unnatural kind


She’s right again, for a brief time I had forgotten I was a prime suspect, forgotten I had been visited by a ghost, forgotten about the inhuman voice which had taunted me.

I dress and hang that velvet robe across the back of one of the kitchen chairs.

Jacklyn enters…



I am far away

Alex Gruber

Farther than you can see

Farther than the sky to sea

I doubt you can even see me.

I am far away

Is that why you don’t look at me?

Is that why you can’t seem to hear me?

I doubt you can even see yourself.



The drops pound away.

Milada Vigerova

The Rain has stopped.

Outside my window, but not inside my heart.

Life hasn’t been the same, since the day we parted.

The Sun has shined brightly.

Or so They Say.

Frankly, Cheryl, it doesn’t matter anyway.

Blackened Sun, Starless Nights.
Wondering Alone.
Night onto Day.





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