JOAB'S NICHE

I understand that he intends to go into the "used czar" business. joab Sign in to see full entry.

She will not return. Not after tonight. For her poems rhymed, and her tremulous voice, metered to the precise breath, strained to a rapid conclusion, then fell silent, still terrified from its first wavering flight, muted by the terror of it all. It was not her poems alone that were condemned, but... Sign in to see full entry.

PERSPECTIVE Do not weep, my love; for we have always known ours was a shooting star blazing across the vastness of infinite Being. Think not of the emptiness that lies ahead, instead, recall the moments of joy and laughter shared, and foolish dreams equally dared. For only in such ways can we... Sign in to see full entry.

What would you have me write; a pleasing word perhaps? Or is it flattery alone that pleases and satiates your ego’s near- insatiable appetite for re-cog-nition. Perhaps a sonnet in rhyming scan will suffice. Or a fanfare to your greatness and an olive wreath for your humility. You need more? You say... Sign in to see full entry.

Tantalize me not for I have already succumbed to your almond eyes and sensuous figure, the way your darkened skin glows in the aftermath of our love-making; yet you would tease me into further temptation, seeking not fulfillment but satiation. joab/'58/venice beach Sign in to see full entry.

DRAGON AT 2'CLOCK HIGH (OR STONE-HINGED REVISITED) It was mid-afternoon on a summer day, when the dragon landed in Venice Bay. A handsome creature of iridescent hues, it capsized sailboats and consumed the crews. Using its feet to paddle and tail to steer, it propelled itself to Santa Monica pier,... Sign in to see full entry.

Our son is gone once more, for the 5th time, and won't return until next year... sort of puts the dampers on me. He'll miss our 40th wedding anniversary and all the "holidays." So if you will excuse me for a couple of days because I need to deal with this one. There's a feeling of dread for some... Sign in to see full entry.

The tears course down her cheeks, finding their own channels of expression as, one by one, the limbs are severed, their evergreen growth already fading in the morning sun. She stands silently off to one side as teary memories assail her. The first tiny green shoot that was to grow into shade and... Sign in to see full entry.

Softly I feel the entrance, the "whispered" greeting that always subdues and disarms me. An intake of breath transfers the truth that I am no thing, nothing, and yet all that is, is composed of my nothingness. I will not be discovered by ordinary light; nor those with special lens. Such is not my... Sign in to see full entry.

You who would write of matters of the heart with words inscribed on my soul and etched on my very being; where do you propose to find the secret purpose in your self? And, finally, who shall interpret, the inscribed, sans the scribe? Sign in to see full entry.