Don’t Drop Anchor Here (Part II)

"Will Ronnie overcome her nerves to seduce her hunky young neighbour?"

It’s the summer of 1970 and our story continues. The war in Vietnam is enflamed and spreading into Cambodia. Young men across America are being drafted, including our Rob. June 1970 SoCal Suburbia America We last left the sexually and...

Into the Abyss–Chapter 8

"Frank is lost in the abyss as his life implodes."

I stood there staring at the divorce papers which had been delivered by a courier. The words blurred on the pages as I heard Susan laughing from the spare bedroom. Just a few short minutes ago everything was coming together...

The Crimson Jewel

"My gift on Valentine's Day to the one I love"

Planted all those years ago, Nurtured with care and toil, It was brought from afar To grow in our mother soilUpon the 14th of the second month, A prayer was said each year The first shoots emerging then Enriched by...

In my garden,Flowers dance,Under the bright warm sun,And I get lost in my dreams.Dreams of my one and only,My love.But in my garden, Temptation lurks,The snakes slither near,Causing my thoughts to stray,From here, where I belong,To there, a place of...

The Morning Sun

"Sometimes it takes losing someone to know what you really had"

Bright eyesthey flicker and burnbefore they fade and dim I try to hold on never wanting to say goodbyehow can someone who was so alive and freebe gone todayI'll love you forever like the morning sunYou are forever etched on...

I move within the light and shade, Drawn deep within the dark displayed Within words wild, unharnessed, penned By the low bell. And we to the dream descend Like lovers, dark and formless, who ever need The sudden kiss of...

I was distraught when you first left me, I cried myself to sleep. I couldn't tell which way was I was going, As I headed off through a burning desert sun. I found I was never sleeping, No matter how...

I spotted you across the room; your wide smile drew me in. I watched you for a short while, your face, your eyes, your grin. Your eyes sparkled in the dim light, your rosebud lips wore pink. Your hair danced...

Imperfect Perfection

"Love is rarely perfect."

Love weaves a web of loss through my core as I covet you. Perpetual days of torment, unfinished thoughts of you taunt my past and future. Silent cries ride the back of an impossible avowal, always only a wish. My...