"With a pretty girl, listening to the Stones"
Stones in the night (’68) As white as snow, As black as coal, Tunes to pacify, and sanctify Your shattered, lonely, broken soul. The rattle of guitars, Jig saw blues. A girl in the doorway, Blue eyed oblivion, The harp...
"A one night stand that will last forever..."
I’m a piano player, not a pianist. I started as a pianist when I was eight or nine, but then I heard Honky Tonk Train Blues, or something. I heard James Booker and Professor Longhair, all the New Orleans guys,...
"This is the introduction to a romantic,sensual love story, part poetry, part prose...l"
Piano Blues (A love story) (If you don’t know Pintop’s Boogie Woogie, by Clarence "Pinetop" Smith, have a listen. The references in this will be clear. This is Part 1 of a love story.) 88 keys, Black and white, Unlike...
"A different kind of Love and a different kind of lover"
He loved the satin of skin under his touch, loved the sounds of desire, exertion and eventual satisfaction. It was a carefully crafted symphony in his hands. There had been pain, wounded pride, bruised skin, broken shards of a life...
"Lena learns a bit more about her mysterious genie..."
Lena thought about the note Arion had left her as she stood in the shower, letting the hot water cascade down her body. She washed her hair slowly, still savoring that morning-after tingle. She thought about what Arion had written...
"Yet another fight leaves Jessica losing hope. Can Andre restore it?"
Another night of fighting left her hating him again. Jessica slammed the door to their room as she stomped inside, crying once again. Fighting, fighting, and more fighting. That's all their relationship had been for two months now. And yet,...
"Chicken ballotine?" asked the waiter. “That’s me, thanks,” I said. It was Saturday night, and my other half and I decided to go for a meal, seeing as the children were staying at their granny’s overnight. “Do you want to...
"A lady buys a Lyre"
I'd been sitting in a shop window, waiting ages for a buyer. I was simply out of fashion then. I was a simple wooden lyre. My strings were plucked a hundred times, and were fastly growing worn. My music of...
"All I had to do was open my mouth and sing to him softly, and he was all mine."
"God dammit, why can't I focus today?" I muttered to myself as I brought my fists down on the piano keys in front of me. Today had just been ridiculous. As an avid classical vocalist and pianist, I knew I...
"Black PVC and a sliver of diamond resurrect singular first-time memories"
I remember everything single thing about it. The squealing windscreen wipers on the bus, slightly out of sync, one completing seven cycles to the other's six. Condensation streaking down my window, collecting in the rubber seal then sloshing out whenever...
