How do I know me?Can I count the ways?No, really, Can I? Ups and downs and ins and outs…so many of methere seem to beI can hardly sort them allkeep them straightgive timeattentionenergyin fair divide… Who speaks? Which one of metodayis most distraughtdetermineddriven by a feeling,by a cause…? Who of myselveschooses what look to wear today,what colorsstylefabrics and designs? …
Author Archives: Ciel
Bitter Grapes
Wine was once upon a time divine but now, somehow, the elegance is soured as it’s taken and devoured what I knew of you and thought was fine. You sleep it off, unconscious that the sabotage is done, today, tonight are gone, tomorrow spoken for with stumbling tongue and eyes that will not wake to …
Caught in the Act
(I heard the crunching of cat food in the night that did not sound quite right, got up and found a very small, very young possum raiding the cat’s dish.) I am small I am fierce I will biteif you poke at meagain! I will gnash hiss snarl biteif you bother me,you Big! Snap hiss …
Mystic Whispers: Labyrinth
In the half-lit twistings, turnings… Stink of bull shit… Heaven’s burnings in the gut, the very soul… What is this, that you are seeking, Hero, here among the reeking passages that twist around, and lead you into cul-de-sacs, hemmed in by walls marked with the axe, double-headed and two-faced…? Once upon a time you raced– in sunlight gleaming off the sea you sweated in your lissome grace, by the age-twisted cypress tree, stood tall …
Thank you…
..to everyone who is visiting, viewing and liking my new blog here on WordPress! It is always a bit of a thrill to see places light up on the map and know that my words and ideas are traveling the globe. I have been enjoying visiting your blogs, too: Kindred spirits are everywhere, whether of …
“Clear!”
“CLEAR!” I want my heart to move,to stir–to be touchedinto excitement,to pangs of poignancy…I want the worldto thrill me, charm me,make me laugh,delight me, inspire me to dance,to sing aloud,to share and givefrom my own open heart…and reach out,touching other hearts grown stiff and cold,to bring them backto life,to light–where all our hearts began. CL …
Bad Dad
Imagine a family where the father corrals all the money that comes into the household and uses it for his own vacations, his own toys and projects. He also puts some aside for emergencies, like seeing a car he really wants, or he suddenly needs to take a trip somewhere. He enjoys taking his friends …
Shadows
Shifting, drifting… airs with faces and imaginary graces never firming to the touch… Are you a shadow? Am I? Would you have me real? Or I, you? Shadows cast no pain, no joy. Their suffering is not real, their fading glamor, passing clamor, not much to be wondered at. They neither harm nor charm, pass …
Going Beyond Meat
Had a char-broiled Beyond-Meat burger yesterday. Not bad… Then read a review online that say what with all the not-meat but still saturated fat (like coconut oil), the lack of nutritious veg ingredient (in favor of more meat-like textures), and a lot of salt, it really isn’t all that much healthier than a regular ground …
Mystic Whispers: Troy
ASHES IN THE ORACLE’S MOUTH Helen, oh Helen! You silly git! You pretty face, You great lack-wit! Paris, perspective was never your strength Just please yourself at any length! Menelaus, big as a bull your heart pumps blood and that is all. Agamemnon, greed for power cuts at your life line hour by hour. Achilles, …
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