Musings on Life, Love, and Linguine-Poetry & Writing
flicker.com “It was Salvador Dalí who said the red wine of Cadaqués has the bitter taste of tears.” ― Clifford Thurlow, Sex, Surrealism, Dali And Me Shadows undulate on cloistered walls,phantoms unveiled in sultry candlelightas the wax drips down another empty vesselit leaves a milky puddle where… Continue Reading “The Naked Bones”
Photo by form PxHere Golden pink-tinged light colors my bedroom as it peeks through the sliver in the drapes. Stirring from a deep sleep, it is not yet six am as the house is cold and the heater has not come on.Welcome to fall in Arizona-… Continue Reading “Haibun: Voices of Autumn”
“If you tremble with indignation at every injustice then you are a comrade of mine.” ― Ernesto Che Guevara Under the color of night, a full beaver’s moon shineswith an ethereal red bloom obscured in vagrant cloudswhile pristine stars shine through the blood-stained veilwearing their alluring… Continue Reading “Under the Color of Night”
“The salvation of man is through love and in love” ― Viktor E. Frankl, Man’s Search for Meaning There was a moment in my lifewhen quiet hallowed chambersof an old church became my sanctuary. Dusky sunlight fell across a scarred plank floorthrough blood-stained windows where-The body of… Continue Reading “Saved by Grace”
“How many loved your moments of glad grace, And loved your beauty with love false or true; But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you, And loved the sorrows of your changing face.” ― William Butler Yeats, The Collected Poems of W.B. Yeats I carry sorrow in my bones… Continue Reading “Did I”
“We can easily forgive a child who is afraid of the dark; the real tragedy of life is when men are afraid of the light.” ― Plato Light bending, shaping, flowing into nicks and cracks of darkness impugned Both an unrelenting wave of briny ocean and a… Continue Reading “The Color of Hope is Light”
I dream each night of a small bungalowsomewhere in the French countrysideA place to rest on the shaded verandahto watch my simple life go by. I wrap myself in old cashmereI bought long agoin a quaint Paris brocantenever minding tiny moth holes. I tie… Continue Reading “In Dreams”
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