Apr
1

The Absence of Movement.

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…and the rocking of my fingers upon the strings is like the rocking of her hips, the curve and the width of flesh tucked and drawn, and moving. Always moving. The ragged breath of notes will never fill me, though I might taste the salt of her upon my tongue. She hovers beneath my will, a lusty vibrato moaning against my chin, daring me to break her. But she is moving. Always moving. Until I break upon her. And then there is no movement at all…… Read more
Mar
26

A Chance to Bloom

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The trees are finally starting to blossom in my back yard. The few that are left anyway. I’ve got three I need to take down now, because the weight of that last big snow actually uprooted them and they are just slowly dying. Still, the ones that are here and perking up are very pretty, even in the rainy and windy mess we had yesterday. I’m rather fond of the image of flower petals blowing around. Quaint and poetic and all that crap. Yesterday was also the RWA’s announcement of the Golden Heart finalists. Clearly, I didn’t make it, though I’m kind of itching to see my scores. I don’t usually do too well with the more “traditional” romance contests, so it will be interesting to see just how far off the mark I was. And yes, I can be this glib about it because it doesn’t really matter to… Read more
Jan
29

At the Starting Line

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When I was a Freshman in high school, I ran the 400 M, the 200 M and the 4 x. 400 M relay for the Varsity Track & Field team. I’d like to think I had a lot of potential – at the age of 14 I could do a quarter mile in just under 65 seconds. (Which isn’t Olympic speed, I realize, but it’s still pretty good.) I had a very long stride, earning me the nickname of ‘Horse’. My legs would completely leave the ground at times. (And not to be too much of a freak, but although I’m about 5’6″ tall, my arm and leg-spans are those of someone who is 5’9″. Had to get measured for a potential heart issue once, which is how I know.) Unfortunately, my running career went down the tubes when I massively injured my right knee. In a nutshell, I was… Read more
Dec
31

The Shedding of My Skin

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That’s the last I remember: the blood-stained hair waving from the tree limb like a ribbon, my red Coach purse on the boulder, my leather gloves crumpled next to it, like the discarded skin of a snake.~~ Jeffe Kennedy      Obsidian I’ve always been rather fascinated with the skin shedding aspects of snakes. Or any animal, really. Lots of symbolism mixed in there, making it rather appropriate for the last post of the year. The end of the year is always somewhat melancholy for me. Maybe it’s just those long moment of introspection that make me take a long hard look at the past twelve months, wondering if I’ve managed to outgrow the mistakes I’ve made or if I’m ready for the challenges ahead. Maybe I’m just sentimental bastard. The truth of it is, I’ve had a Very Good Year, full of Very Good Things.  I finished my first novel, won some… Read more
Nov
7

The Remains of the Day

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Several lifetimes ago I read the book The Remains of the Day. It had been suggested to me by a man I’d met and had a brief…something with. I wouldn’t have called it a fling, exactly. It certainly wasn’t an affair. More a case of mistaken time and place, perhaps. One of those things where if circumstances had been different, perhaps the end result would also have been different. Or perhaps it wouldn’t have. It’s hard to say. But I do remember in one of his letters that he had mentioned the book, expressing the fear that perhaps we would meet again in the distant future, only to realize in that one moment that we had made a terrible mistake – that we might have wasted a chance at happiness for the sake of practicality. But that’s the rub, isn’t it? Because you can never know what the end result… Read more