Heartfelt Stories

Chapter One — The Wedding Reception, or: How We Got Here The room is full of people pretending they haven’t already spilled champagne on themselves. Someone’s uncle is slow-dancing with someone else’s cousin. A toddler is doing what I can only describe as interpretive floor flailing to Stevie Wonder. My dad is three drinks in and just confidently called Sarah’s best friend “Susan,” even though her name is Jess and she’s b...

She comes and goes like some vaporous waves,Some shimmering ghostly apparitions, Undulating on the horizon,Lilting in and out of my life's journey.Is she real or just some blurry banshee mirage,Kissing my senses for but a moment in time,Here then gone, a budding perfumed scentOn the air, filling me with a promise to easeMy ache and want for sweetness only.Where does she hide, this veiled vixen,This wild flower pause in Na...

Dearest darling, Separated for far too long,  days blurred into weeks and weeks faded into months. Incessant passage of time, missing the feel of caressing your cheeks and your emotional depths. I yearn to once again be transfixed, stationary engaging between us ours innermost feelings and to reinstate in terms probationary hopefully to reignite our most torrid dealings. Hold you against me, lying in sweet bliss. Under th...

I see you when you look at me, I see it in your stare. All the hours of silence between us, it's as if something still lingers there. Nervous and intimidated, as this story from my lips is told. Each and every time I feel you near, more so now than ever before. Sheepish and yet anxious, just to look up and see you there. I keep my mouth shut tight, not to say anything you don't want to hear. You had wanted and had cherish...