Book Margin Writer

Too Easy, Her End.

I’ve sat down at my desk and pounded out stories. I’ve walked up and down city streets and narrow wooded trails. Those experiences left me angry, delighted, devastated and uplifted. Both civilization and nature confirmed my humanity; fully human with a mind at least sharp enough to appreciate… what can I call it but life?

Impatience. I had faith in words, language, thought, but after…

That’s Faded

Since you’ve left, I’ve been reading The Hunchback of Notre Dame. I have no idea why, but you know my love for classic literature. Wait, I don’t think you know my love for classic literature; conversation never tended toward literature.

I know poetry, poetry, poetry. And yes some of it is good; I adore Shakespeares’ sonnets; he makes me laugh.

Since you’ve left, I’ve cut off my hair…

love, have you read keats? the verse and line of such desperation speaks to me. Where was she, his love? lost in practicality? while the young girl wondered about poverty, child birth, scraps of paper and ink did the poet press the pen to jealousy? reading keats' enlightened world, romantics during the guillotine, and the Eucharist metaphor'd into pains of death if love fails: man's love…

I Don’t Want to Be Seen With You

“I know you are in a hurry and don’t want to be seen with me…”

“What on earth! Why did you say?”

“I have a question regarding music.”

“I still don’t understand why you think I don’t want to be seen with you? How have I offended you?”

“Here is the question: What came first music or numbers.”

“Numbers.”

“You bastard, I do hate you.”

“Okay, I hate you too, but only because you…

Oh, To Please You

His walk, demeanor and expression all calming. Here am I anxious, fighting the urge to bite my nails, even run and hide while his deep voice, soothing to my ears, soothes my beating heart. With a level-eyed greeting he addresses to me; “Good morning, Beatrice.”

“Good morning.” I cringe because my voice sounds high and strident, but I know by now to ignore his greeting causes him pain. When we…

Mercy has none, and the Vilmos keeps a steady pace forward

I sit and ponder while I should work on everything else that pays bills.

The coffee is too hot but I sip and shudder, seeking heat upon my finger tips

Sitting back, I watch the ice form on Huron and I tap away.

Rest

A ghost in silver slips in and out of dreams of dragons and horsemen.

What’s someday?

The correction…

To My Weak Desires

of sensual pleasure there is no doubt you dwell

the result may well be the heart and soul of hell

do not doubt I follow with all my will and your help

But know my love that this life is graft indeed

below in cottages and feasts of dust and wood

a world happier and briefer their status is

no wonder at moralless escapades defineless love

shuddering death is at their gate so…

The blade shone through the black of use. He unsheathed the long sword to gaze upon it; half in wonder, half in sorrow. For him, the ritual remained the same before each sunrise. In practiced silence rise, wash as best he could, knee to pray and when ready to don his worn leather armor, take out the blade now legendary to his enemy.

His war horse nuzzled his neck, nickering low. The…

The Coffee Shop Dispute

“Listen…”

“No. Don’t start out that way. It sounds so defeatist.”

“Well, what do you call this situation? We don’t agree.”

“We can work through this.”

“No, we can’t! You want to carry on like I’m not changed, but I am.”

“Okay. We’ve made no commitment to each other, we’re done.”

“Okay.”

“Really?”

“Yes. We just agreed seconds ago, we are done.”

“Then… I can say I…

Jaded.

Do you know what that means?

Bored with something – some… one.

Too much drives our nature to want more.

Do it again and again and again but with more, more – oh just a little more.

Think of the seven deadly sins, my love.

Pride, Greed, Envy, Wrath, Gluttony, Lust and Sloth.

Each a self-contained circling hell which spirals into-

Oh, I see I’ve lost you.

Yo…

Love? No, not love. That idea left me centuries ago. Laugh in disbelief if that buoys your courage. But I do not love her, though I admire and respect her. And yes, I want her with me.

I’ve watched her for some time now. At first my curiosity was simply piqued; nothing more. Her survival impressed me, her resistance incensed me (still does) and her tenacity in seeking truth impresses me.…

And You Can Keep The Ring

Exaggeration is human nature. Don’t misunderstand me, there is a difference between a lie and exaggeration. We humans exaggerate to prove a point, to urge belief, to gain attention. When exaggeration happens continually, sure we have a liar on our hands, but if it happens once, just once, damn it, then we have an urgent cry for… what?

You know, you’re right, I’m ruined, it’s over for me, I…

Even Though She Loved Him

She loved him.

So what? Preferring to be alone. What could she do about it? Having no desire to end up like her parents, the option was to love in silence. Receiving Christmas cards from a stepmother who divorced her father after three years of marital bliss sickened her. She received a Happy New Year text from a stepfather who left her mother after he decided marriage just wasn’t for him.…

Chores in the morning save a mind, not a soul

The dew is cold upon my feet

Let be leave me alone.

Come and love again, friends say, but

their words fade – let be leave me alone.

Why? I’ll tell you if you promise to listen.

Chores in the morning save a mind, not a soul.

The House Will Tell Her

Part of the Ghost Stories of The Great Lakes Series

After my husband died everyone was nice, understanding, and I nearly went mad. Friends either tried never to mention Jeff or brought him up all the time. I threw away my wedding pictures. The wedding was to please my parents, but their faces in the pictures showed two people who were none too pleased. Jeff and I laughed and toasted each other…