A Flower from my Garden

Backyard Flowers

So we prove “I don’t need you” We fill our lives with other priorities And we try to escape our sadness, our anger, our sabotage of love. ~ Vivian Green Likes and dislikes, desire and loathing belong to the personal soul of man; duty stands higher than likes and dislikes. … Continue reading

Loving an Earth Girl

Earth Gril

I didn’t hear from my strange conversation partner for several weeks, though I became obsessed with the ideas he had left me. “A dream in exchange for truth!” he had told me. Yet, how I treasured my dreams. Everything is perfect, I always say the right thing, I always get … Continue reading

Perfume and the Nightgown

His suit disheveled and tie loosened, he was glad to arrive home that night. During the day, he had been involved in intense negotiations, with the mental strain of discerning the enemy’s intentions, surmising his plans and stratagems, foreseeing difficulties. Words used more like weapons of war than as a … Continue reading

Naida, the Sea Nymph

As Naida was blossoming into womanhood, tales of her beauty began to circulate in the nearby villages. Many claimed that she had the gift of Second Sight. Her mother had died in childbirth, so Naida was raised in the forest with her father, the local healer. From him, she learned the secrets of the herbs of the countryside, which she would gather for her father’s potions. He also taught her the mystic arts which had been passed down from father to son for generations. Without a male heir, he called her Niko, as it was the custom in that land to give the only child a boy’s name. Continue reading

My Eyes Are Brown

Decameron

Catherine walked into the room. Several heads turned, some surreptitiously, others more openly. She was elegant, confident, and impeccably dressed. The gaze energized her and she expected it. When our eyes locked, I approached. After several minutes of pleasantries and exchanging business cards, we each continued to “work the room”. … Continue reading

There are no Ugly Women

I recall an conversation with a friend of mine several years ago. He was married to a Brazilian woman and ran a dating service hooking up Anglo men with Brazilian women. He explained that Brazilian women were special, and, no matter what she looked like, she comported herself as if … Continue reading

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