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Do you love your words
in the heat of passion,
in the frenzy of lust,
in the cold moonlight,
in the close juxtaposition
of sound and echo
in the halls of memory,
or do your words just lie
in the caves of unwritten desire?
Do they dwell in still, small spaces,
the heartbeats of the firmament?
Are they your children,
innocent, playful, incongruous,
dressed in gingham frocks?
Do your words have buck teeth and pimples,
are they shy and nervous,
do they shine through tears?
Are your words
all fingers and thumbs,
staccato stabs at utterance
tapped out on keys,
unlocking a new language with acrimonious brevity
that profanely screams its love to God. Oh, my...!
and lolls and rolls on floors in laughter,
as idle youths will do?
Are they born in wealth and beauty,
or do they struggle, as beggars on the street?
In need of love,
Are they words of courtly love, outpourings
of medieval beauty and verbal foreplay,
or do they stammer like a palpitating heart
that's long on passion, short on art?
Are they blunt
with the Saxon brevity of fuck and cunt,
or is theirs
the long lascivious flow of copulation?
Do they talk and pray
or stalk and prey?
Do they drive you to despair,
a firefly hunt in forest gloaming,
rustling through an alliteration of leaves
upon the forest floor,
leaves that conceal a still hiss of sibilance?
Do they flicker briefly with a forked tongue,
or speak their truth bravely?
Do they fight one another,
ungainly elephants that trample grass,
or do they wallow like thesaurus wrecks,
drowning in seas of dead language,
dragged down by the barnacles and bladderwrack
Or do they traipse through meadows,
carefree and blithe,
inhaling simplicity and toxic air?
Are your words robust,
driving chariots of fire across the sky
to stir new life
from the crustiness
of this old and wrinkled world?
Are they siren words to coax seafarers,
or siren words, wailing
as they cut through traffic
racing to hospital
with your cold hands grasping
against the ebb tide of death?
Do they conjugate and sing,
stretch the syntax of the known
to seek new fields in which to lie
watching leaves spin, and wondering why
such life of pulsing green
should turn vermilion and scream
against the storm,
One man's take on life told thru humorous short stories from his childhood on into his mid-50's; from feeling like an outcast in school to being an adult. His intent: hope. Hope in that you shall see, no matter how rough life can seem -and is- at times, that you may be able to enjoy it. Each story will bring a laugh, a smile, a tear, a lesson.
The 23rd Annual Book Awards said:
"We Really Need To Laugh" shares memories which will resonate with many readers. Overall a creative presentation of the authors life given in a rather sing-song poetic story telling style; a pleasant read"
Paige Swanson inherits her aunt's mansion and moves to Savannah, Georgia. There she meets Cash Wilkins, the architect hired to restore the home to its full glory, and Bradley, the resident ghost - a Confederate soldier killed in the Battle of Chickamauga.
Locals believe Civil War treasure's hidden in the mansion. Paige's new home becomes a target for thieves. Both Cash and Bradley vie to protect her. Who will succeed? Will Paige find an even greater treasure; romance with Cash?
This novel weaves a tale of romance, history, and ghostly mystery that keeps readers enthralled from the first page to the last.
In a world where everything is not as it seems, it can be deadly uncovering secrets that have been concealed within the shadows for years. Across the sand dunes and under the castle of The Flarein Royal Family, there lies an ancient city that once was the one of the largest trade centers in all of Trindavin; however, it is now nothing more than a dark place full of bloodthirsty bandits and gladiators. This dark secret kept from the world is only of the many the mysterious Royal Family of Flarein withhold. When everything breaks lose, the reality of life's cruelty and clarity challenges the growth of the young Princess Melainie. In the end, will she grow, or will she fall further into the dark abyss of the secrets shrouding her past, present, and future?