Source Image She looked up from the table and smiled at me. I smiled back, “Hey!”  I set my backpack down in the office.  “I was thinking -” Interrupted as I turned to see her launch into a hug. The cross-haired lines rippled across the folds of my cotton shirt.  Caught dead to rights, I opened my arms to […]

It’s not too late – the glow of the Sun hangs, just inside the upper corner of the window,  just under the shade.  The gold topped leaves giggle and bob from the tickling of the Sun’s rays.   Bubbles float upward, undulating and rotating, under the rhythm of the music.  Faraday caged by rainbows shimmering […]

Soft shoe.  No sound.  I sneaked up and reached across the bed.  The cotton fibers slid over the sheet thread, while the pillow trailed my purposeful hand. I’d been planning this night for weeks. Despite the repeated mental rehearsal, my hands were unsteady, trembling and anxious. The shadow eclipsed the mark as the pillow came […]

“Everyone, please put your hands together for Simone!” I put a seashell to my ear and it all comes back… The mood of the room changed as the crowd turned their attention center stage. The music shifted tempo: Slower, sultry, and intimate. They, both, emerged from the music box.  The ballerina and the beat.  While the melody twinkled […]

The cool air of the summer night makes its way through the open window. The city lights in the distance catch his gaze. Holding it for a few more seconds, he tugs at his necktie, leaving it to loosely hang. The nearest light fell across the dark hue of his skin, bringing shadow to his […]

“So sweet, my goodness, Love so sexy, won’t you come and talk to me.” Walls bind the listener in darkness with only the music as company.  Forest-green blotted with autumn shadows mirror focused meditation. The echo of a solitary finger snapping ushers in a profusion of melodies. Harp strings made of woven honey initiate the […]

I put a seashell to my ear and it all comes back There they are…  The ocean waves falling in on themselves against the shore.  Racing – rushing into pathways – swirling inside dug outs –  the water was frothy, gritty, and brown.  The sound, rice krispy, beneath the sand as the water receded.  The rhythm […]