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Glazed and into the kiln

is the way it used to be

or sunbaked,

the heroes and hunters

circled the vase.

These days, it’s ashtrays and flowerpots

painted mimosa

to give praise

to the passing days

of summer camp

Where these were shaped

to bring home

to mom and dad.


Clay, hold your tears in

or else you’ll be too

moist for the wheel.

Clay, don’t be too strong or ten digits

won’t be able to dig in

and give you purpose.

Clay, be ready, there are still things left

for you to hold onto

until the students

and pros

dig you up.


Some things last forever!


[ Video credit to the owner  ]

Some things don’t last forever,but some things do.

Like a good song, or a good book,

or a good memory you can take out and unfold

in your darkest times, pressing down

on the corners and peering in close,

hoping you still recognize the person you see there.



Moors and conquistadors lead campaigns from these eyes
onto seas
that splash against white sands
and curling hills.

The ships bring foreign words and gunpowder
to lands
with sparked steel
and new myths

Invasion is accepted sometimes
until it becomes
confused with infestation.

And no matter how nature whispered
the world disproved
* * *
Without feeling
Knowing is.
And only
answer for being
is no direction
and a costume
taken from the hangers
of tomorrow’s parties
already consumed
and burnt
thinking of how to get home,
how to find a cab or hand or weak
without a second wind left over
for predawn’s
presents of renewal.

Falling deep

Thoughts of you haunt my dreams

full-fledged sorrow , to fading extremes

want our lives to be more than most

now our togetherness is only a ghost

time goes on , falling deeper in mind

positive influences I’m starting to find

unplugging my life , all that I knew

the hardest I’ve done , I’m almost through

dark getting brighter , the more that I pray

now I have help , to show me the way


Autumn Scenes in Connecticut

Autumn colors in New Haven, Woodmont, Miford and Orange CT….

New Haven, CT 

Woodmont, CT

(note the evacuation route sign )


Gorgeous colors in Milford, CT


Orange , CT

 (known for PEZ company in the vicinity)



Write On Edge: Red-Writing-Hood

Recently I found this writing community, WriteOnEdge. There’s this writing meme called “Red Writing Hood”, and provides a story prompt every Tuesday. Well I thought since I haven’t wrote prose for a while, I would try it out! So here’s the prompt:

“This week we’d like you to write a fiction or creative non-fiction piece set entirely in an airport. Take us on an adventure in 450 words or less.”

You clutch the rose I gave you tightly, caressing its soft pink, petals. I hide the hot tears in my eyes by giving you a little hug, just like I’ve always done, telling you that I’ll be happy if you are happy. I breathe in your familiar scent, something I will never forget.

I walk beside you as you drag your luggage towards check in, holding your fingers, tickling your palm slightly, just like I’ve always done. You heave your luggage onto the conveyor belt – it’s heavy with all the books and resources you need. You answer the attendant’s questions with curt responses, occasionally stopping to smile at me sadly.

I perch on your arm as you leave the counter. We stroll past the shops in silence, not knowing what to say to each other. I love you? I’ll miss you? Goodbye? Everything seems unnecessary, even awkward.

Soon the time comes for you to leave, to enter those gates. Unknowingly we walk towards the gates, standing in front of it. This is where we say goodbye.

You envelop me into your arms, telling me that you love me and will love me forever. You tell me that you will never forget me. You tell me that once your two years are up, you will be on the first plane back to Maine.

We make a pact to chat every night, at 10.30 p.m. without fail. We will not let country boundaries separate us, separate our love. I chokingly tell you to take care of your health, and not overwork yourself.

We kiss, as though the rest of the world is melted away, and for one moment, there is only you and me. But you and I both know that moment will end.

We pull away slowly, gazing into each other’s eyes. One final hug, and you walk away from me, through security, and through the gates. You turn around when you reach the other side.

With a final wave, you are gone.

on a side note, do read “The Statistical Probability of Love At First Sight“, it’s a contemporary piece about two people who fall in love at an airport, over a few hours! It’s really great! Check it out on GoodReads, in the link above.


See How Good We Are Together (Open book Challenge)

The back and forth banter of denied emotions

Glimpses of innocence amidst true passion

A raw ache for true love to quench the thirst

But then the cutting words I’ll hear no more.

Tears suddenly stream like rivers raging in a storm

Memories brought on from moments before

These words now ring in my own ears, the same voice

Staring at the words, running my fingers over them

The same way we ran our fingers over each other

Tracing the outline of the words the way I traced the shape of his body

But now feeling the cold paper and ink beneath them

Never to hear those words again from his lips, “see how good we are together”.






I have been away for a bit, some of you know why, my husband has been battling lung cancer since January. He fought a very brave battle but on July 25 between the hours of  5:30am and 6:45am he took his journey to the next level. I am proud to have been able to help him stay home till the end, comfortable and pain free.  Now for those of us left behind the healing begins….





People walking back and forth

carrying on with their daily lives,



Oblivious to the pain felt by those around them,

the deafening agony of loss

searing into the souls of those left behind.


Blind to the ache of loss and feelings of no longer belonging.

Life continues on leaving those behind lost

in the fog of memories and tears.

The roar of heartache slices through the skin

like a sharp knife sparing no one and showing no mercy.

To sit and feel a nothingness

is the only choice left

to get through each day.




Weekly photo challenge results

20 lines weekly photo challenge results

20 lines or less weekly photo challenge

Lets try something new , the 20 lines or less photo challenge . It will also run for a week , from Sunday to Saturday . Winner will be crowned on Saturday night . We also want all to play , so if you can please post directly to the blog , If you can’t please post a link to these comments and I will post for you .

The winner will receive this marker to post on their own blog and show off , these markers are one of a kind , no one else will ever be able to win the same one twice.

I hope to see all playing along , Please reblog or repost as we want to share with everyone . Always remember to like , comment and share …Thank you

                                 This weeks photo subject is :

  We are all kids at heart right !!  Post a picture of you , your children , your grandchildren or any kids picture that makes you laugh … !!!!

The Runner Ups

Thank You all for playing , everyone did a great job

  1. The Laundry Maid  is in  with 11 likes and beebeesworld  entry Fast Friends with 11 likes
  2. Nutsfortresure   with 10 likes and Anne Sikes  with 10 likes
  3. timzautos entry

The winner is Jamie at

                                 smileu1 is in first place 16 likes

                                         Awesome job Jamie


Clive the cat

Clive is a cat , he looked  like no other

He searched the world over , looking for mother

His coat was a wash , of gray and some white

When the moon glowed ,  he sure was a sight

He walk down the hill , to the pond so calm

Not a soul was found , especially his mom

He looked up with tears while god he did hear

Your moms up here , she didn’t disappear

He asked the great voice , as he started to walk

Can I see my mom , or can we just talk

The voice being slow was also real soft

As most of Clive’s wishes mostly were lost

grabbing and clawing scratching his chin

He replied to the voice as he started to grin

when I close my eyes and begin to dream

Thinking about our life, it will be supreme

God voice was bold as he said kinda loud

Clive I will tell you , your mother is proud


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