A Romantic Encounter that began with Music It was a quiet night at the Bull & Bear, unusual for a Friday. Perhaps the rain was deterring the tourists … But he was there, sitting in his favorite chair, drinking a Manhatten. I was sitting in the opposite corner, drinking my Vodka Martini. I honestly didn’t think he had noticed me….
Category: Short Stories & Poems
It’s raining …
let’s stay inside. It was very early, the room was dark, and Mary began to stir – a sign to Amy that it was soon time to go downstairs. Mary rubbed her eyes and removed the little nuggets of sand left behind by the sandman and the night’s deep rest. Amy was still curled up by her feet. She could…
As a River Flows
Your words flow through me, as a river flows. Some days I feel the stillness, the water like glass, the slippery rocks beneath my feet. Some days I feel the strong current, pulling me this way and that. Often You let me float – I drift ever so gently on top of the surface, the sun shining on my face,…
A walk through Central Park
An internal monologue … Ahh, my annual tradition of an evening stroll through Central Park Oops, watch that puddle. Oh, how I do wish that Mary would walk with us on these beautiful nights, through the park, but I guess the chill in this night air is simply too cold for her old bones nowadays. So it’s just you and…
As day becomes night …
As day becomes night, The cars go zooming by As day becomes night, My sight becomes weak As day becomes night, The bugs begin to fly As day becomes night, My skin seems to age As day becomes night, The sky turns a-blaze As day becomes night, My memories of you fade As day becomes night, The crickets chirp a…