White-cossack

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Wednesday, April 2, 2008

Guam, August 2nd, 1990

The sea breeze cooled the air, ruffling her blonde hair with, invisible fingers, lifting tendrils that drifted across her lips, while her brown eyes widened, as she clutched my leg. Overhead the fighters raced, white wind spume curling from their wingtips as engines thundered filling the air with... Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, April 1, 2008

Two Lions

I have a friend who is a gentle giant six foot ten he played basketball for college in his days of youth and married a tiny woman perhaps four foot ten delicate as a piece of fine crystal mother of four with a laughing voice. My wife and daughter like to visit them with me walking through their... Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, March 31, 2008

I E D Basra

There was one I knew who smiled, like a child with an amusing secret. We were playing in the sandbox, we were not children with shovels, although we had them sometimes. There is an orange flare before the sound, a brillant sun white core burning instant hot. It presses against your face before the... Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, March 26, 2008

A Rythm Once Known

There is a place where the silences stretch long and slow like the gentle moonrise over distant mountains sitting ancient and brooding climbing slowly into a darkened sky illuminating a world of pale washed colors and gray shadows where memories whisper of truths once known now no longer remembered... Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, March 17, 2008

Heart Attack

She talked of how her husband died, remorse and guilt for words last said, coloring now her rememberances of those last moments when anger flared. How she did not look for him until, two hours had passed on a winter's night, when he took out the two bags of trash, that had stayed too long on the... Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, March 11, 2008

My observation of a moron at work

In that space between his ears foolish echos play. His is a special grace no mindless fears will plague his thoughts today. I'd not seek his place nor dare aspire or to appear as witless as he, while meandering away. Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, March 9, 2008

Ronin

An exile's twisted path I trod, From dark to light and shadow, No state of grace is brought, Nor sought in the refining kiln. Among flames orange, heated bright, Turned upon an anvil's iron cold, With a hammer's relentless beating, Formed was I in the final quenching. Brow once fevered by rich... Sign in to see full entry.

Of Myth and Cunning

The cool hand of darkness is upon me, Sibilant whispers turning on the wind, The moon melts in its smoke filled ring. Colors bleeding into shifting shadows, Where truth no longer meets the eye, All are decieved. None are decieved. An illusion we do not feel. A sense we know too well. There are... Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, February 25, 2008

Into what became I

I would this silence keep, pristine and shadowed golden, by an evening's glowing sun. Selfish self acquiring moments, turning teardrops into stars, to burn in memory's furnace. Once I sought all the world, seeing it an open cornucopia, of tastes untasted spread before me. Youth's blind unheeding... Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, February 17, 2008

Unrepentant

Yggdrasil, too long have I wandered, through darkened twists and turns, among the arches and spirals, of your blood soaked roots. I am not your guardian, nor your keeper, release me! Sign in to see full entry.

About this Blog

I have a tendancy to write in different moods, as do us all I think. For me writing is like breathing and so as you look at my work you will find everything from questions to rants and quite driftings. At fifty I have already lived far longer than I ever expected and yet inside this fifty year old body resides a heart and mind still dreaming as I did at twenty and five only it has a bit sharper edge to it. Life is about growth after all is said and done. It is my hope you enjoy my work however if you don't, well we are all different and at least you took the time to look.

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