Perspectives through Prose, Poetry and Photography
Prose and Poetry
She avoided going to the basement whenever she could. But tonight she did not suspect that her basement paradigm was about to be shattered. Having descended the long creaky flight of steps, she begrudgingly acquiesced to the darkness, slipping into an almost trance-like state,… Continue Reading “Papa’s Flashlight”
Re-enacted religiously since that night, Remembering with sensual clarity the first time: Crystal chandelier ascending; upward, inward, slowly but seemingly inexorably, Stunningly skyward. Grand Tier light extinguished As smaller orbs, in spoke-like formation Follow, like ducklings waddling after mama mallard. Lights go down when… Continue Reading “Illuminating Irony”
It was a beautiful morning, after what had been a cold rainy Spring. Finally able to enjoy the outdoors, Bob and his wife lolled on their bedroom balcony, sharing a cup of Sunday coffee, as the hoards of not-so-distant cicadas resumed their crescendoing serenade.… Continue Reading “Headline: Disaster Narrowly Averted”
Arriving early at the cafe to claim ‘their’ table, she ordered the ‘usual’ fondue and carafe, and nervously tried to temper her unrealistic expectations, even though he’d agreed to see her. A decade ago when she fled Geneva, slinking from their pension into the… Continue Reading “Reunion”
This fleeting moment, captured so beautifully by my daughter, tells us of the pure simplicity of the love a boy has for his dog. This fleeting moment cannot be staged and will never be repeated in exactly this way. But my daughter caught it,… Continue Reading “Weekly Photo Challenge: Fleeting”
I grow weary. I’ve been scanning the shoreline since dawn, haggling over bottom-feeders, swept ashore by last night’s tide. There must be more, but where are they hiding? [She mused that perhaps she’d lost her mojo; that her age would inevitably push her into… Continue Reading “Victory Lap”
🍀🍀🍀 Shades of blue-green clouds Kiss sun-soaked farm scene below Bucolic beauty. 🍀🍀🍀
It was the summer of 2012. A casual stroll through a quaint New England town had suddenly morphed into a glimpse of nearly forgotten youth. Expecting to find a cute cafe, but settling instead on a trendy pub, she was startled to find… Continue Reading “Memory Lane”
As we traveled through Provence during the Spring of 2012, we spent a few days at the hilltop, medieval village of Eze. While leisurely exploring the hilly cobblestone alleys and promenades, we soaked in the Mediterranean sun and saturated colors; a spectacular backdrop for… Continue Reading “Weekly Photo Challenge: “The Sign Says…””
Today, we hide from the dis-believers below. Tomorrow, our paths severed, “we” will not exist. Someday, I will return to this secret, solemn site. That day, tresses falling freely, tears will fall silently.
My daughter, Stephanie is a talented young woman who writes an insightful blog. I think you will appreciate (click on the photo) reading “Marriage is not What I Thought It would Be”.
Soaring sunward, o’er Gathering cloud-clumps, ‘neath an Azure atmosphere.