Category: Charms

I pass a rich estate on my way to resupply the larder. Globes of shimmering white lights hang from the old oak trees. The beautiful manse is lit up like a wedding cake. My ego tells me I need to be in the compound surrounded by twelve foot security fence, stone pillars lit from below,… Continue reading A Rich Manse. Intergalactic Finance Minister

We meet in dreamland. Smoke from a steaming bath fills the room. A dripping mirror reflects your vision, a lion sits beside your robe. Brushing your hair, drying your locks, admiring your lovely smile. I Love You. We meet in dreamland. The sun beams down on your body, rustling evergreens and birch trees sing a… Continue reading A Lion Sits Beside You. Intergalactic Finance Minister

The boys are shipwrecked. Fifteen of them. Aging from eight to fourteen years old. No adults around. They live on the island without trouble, build shelter in a cave, read lessons from a small library, hunt game, gather the flocks, and harvest the herbs. Everything is working out marvelously. The French boy, Briant, is likable.… Continue reading Two Years Holiday by Jules Verne Book Review

We’re ten feet over the forest canopy, zooming in and out of the soaring boughs. Straight over the heath, wood, and barrow. I follow your tail feathers like a hawk. You land on the green lawn below. Your gossamer body reflecting noonday rays like Archimedes mirror. I’m jolted by your beauty. I can hardly breathe,… Continue reading Hot Spring Report. Intergalactic Finance Minister

Your dress is the color of milk chocolate with hints of ocher red. The contours of your hourglass body are seen through the pines. Your flaxen hair reaching the small of your back. Your arms are raised in prayer and gratitude. It’s you in a milk chocolate dress. Hourglass contours in the sun. Hands to… Continue reading Milk Chocolate Dress. Intergalactic Finance Minister

Published 1878 Set on the heavenly heath. The summit of the barrow, undulating folds of the field. Secret grassy swales for lovers to hide. The heathmen burn the furze on the Fifth of November. Men and women dance around the wispy flames. Enter Suitor One: A reddleman. He’s colored red from toe to head. The… Continue reading The Return of the Native by Thomas Hardy Book Review

Amy Grant – Everywhere I Go – Unguarded Everywhere I Go I was wasting timeOh so sure to find somebodyWho’ll never goHow could I knowNone I’d found was trueNone could be but youThe only one love divineMy heart, my mind are yours Everywhere I goI see your face through the crowdEverywhere I goI hear your… Continue reading Amy Grant – Everywhere I Go – Unguarded mp3

The days are spent reading, writing, aromatics, acrobatics, dancing, and tumbling. You like to work in the solarium with your books, tea, and towel. I join you frequently, sitting beside your chaise-lounge, enjoying the luxury of your view. Today, I am absent, out in the field with the men, harvesting hay, examining the rigs, inspecting… Continue reading Progress Report. Intergalactic Finance Minister

I was walking blind into oblivion. Not a care in the world. Careless like the flames of a forest fire. From the depths of total destruction I see two emerald eyes, the mane of a LION, the soft touch of a maiden. She sets me down kindly on solid ground. I smile and say, “Thank… Continue reading Rescued From The Flames of Ennui. Intergalactic Finance Minister