THE BLUE-EYED CAT

My new book: ‘The Blue-Eyed Cat’ has finally been freed from her solitary confinement within the lonely prison cell that is my dark and empty skull. At last at liberty, the world is now her oyster…although all indications are that her ideal preference would be pride of place upon the shelf of a grand bookcase … More THE BLUE-EYED CAT

THE ENGLISHMAN

Reveil, Boulevard de Clichy – Anders Zorn, 1899 Drunk on Pernod, lost to opium and thoroughly fatigued, gifting smoke rings to ungrateful stars, contemplating an interlude with an immodest, exiled Geisha touting for business somewhere along the Boulevard de Clichy, she found me; saved me. Slapped my wrists, gave me the evil eye, even had … More THE ENGLISHMAN

SLAVES TO TIME

how gentle was Time back when back when there were no summer rains and new-found love was both innocent and wild back when Time had yet to be wholly realized had yet to aggrieve, to exist before the epoch of open awakening Time, a mock-ruin folly gracing a veiled skyscape, emptiness reigned absolute then came … More SLAVES TO TIME

WITHIN TANGLED MINDS

an angry night spent alone in Spartan space harshest words committed to pen and paper come first light, she casts them upon the hearth giving false hope, but no reprieve to fading embers then watches her wretched waspish, now blackened text flake then become devoured within the sooty vortex   in those times of strength … More WITHIN TANGLED MINDS

TWENTY MINUTES LOST

Sweet violin backdrop, ‘The Lark Ascending’ a dreamer’s hot air balloon climbs dizzy heights chasing the life-blood biggest star of all picnic hamper seafood; ice bucket bubbly woolly jumper, cashmere scarf just in case woven wicker cradle pied-a-terre her forever silver ringed fingers no mistake tweak of the blast valve up, ever upward she reaches … More TWENTY MINUTES LOST

KISMET & CONCORD

His only regret?  Without hesitation he would answer with acerbity “Inventing the curse of time. Better it was when standstill prevailed Freeze framed existence requires no sleep, no sustenance, no swords” Yet time had been within his gift to the cosmos and whomsoever else pinned in a monotonous state of being, beholden to the conscious … More KISMET & CONCORD