I went out in a bliss of hip shakes and swirls, spinning for a better tomorrow
Forgetting the past--letting go of tomorrow, being in the now as "they" say...
The hula drops.
Pick up the hula, swing it around and here we go again, grasping that rhythm--letting go, letting go---
The trees are beautiful in the sunset, bare and naked with the bird nests stowed up top
The children are playing and laughing--thank goodness childhood still exists--still in my groove
Work it around in a twirl around my hips, I walk the hula this way and that, down low and up... Read More
Once was a woman, wife of doctor,who was known to be most proper.She always wore the latest fashion,and was the best at conversation.Her words were kind with no aggression,even when she felt depression.She never gave the wrong impression,not even at the heights of passion.Did she feel it? No one knew,this wasn't issue to review.Unlike the charity donation,it's not her type of conversation.She didn’t think nor did she dareto ask herself if she did care,or what her partner thought of it,not having seen her naked bit.Respect she got, was often flattered,but not from those who really mattered.She... Read More
A city Once so grand Glorified past Decay. Just another city Like any other.Read More
A stormy Friday winter night. Soft yellow light illuminates the green walls. The room is warm. Two cups of hot chocolate and a plate of cookies on the table.
It’s my grandparents’ place. Shelves full of books. A big drawing on the wall in black and yellow. A man collecting seaweeds in the storm His horse and cart are waiting.
My grandmother is sitting in her couch Watching family drama on TV My grandfather is in the kitchen Delicious smells of cooking hang in the air.
I’m lying on the sofa bed Reading old magazines bound together to keep history alive. Dozens of volumes.... Read More
Climbing up the dune Protected by my robe From that which cannot be felt The moonlight hides the invisible.
Climbing up the dune In deafening stillness Until the roar of the night breeze Brings silence.Read More
A wild music he playedon the violin.Most paid him to go.I paid him to stayAnd bought a moment of kinshipFor a fiverRead More
On top of the mountain facing the sea, where winter wind blew roofs and cars away … 1965
Amongst the fish ponds, where in summer nights clouds of mosquitoes attracted to the light-bulbs turned them dark … 1983
The room in the basement in which two of us would sleep so comfortably in a tiny single bed … 1985
A tin house so cold in the winter that the water in the bathtub turned into a block of ice … 1989
A tiny square room without a window, bath or shower, which I shared with three. Did I enjoy the public bath … 1991
Hideaway in the rain forest where the screeching... Read More
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Agree Barb, throwing the baby out with the bath water 'aint the answer. Take care. :>)
I know Rigina, when it takes a week for legite comments to appear it is upsetting, and it is killing the site slowly. Surely there must be a better way to address the spammers and floggers. Also taking away ratings if you do not post in a period of...
ed i was one of the original complainers about people using this site to flog their stuff. Now legite comments don't show?