Via today’s Daily Prompt: Shock Lovely spring morning, awakened by the phone ring. There, in my sleepy ear a voice from the past. Evoking years back, memories folded and thoughtfully filed. Kept in albums tied with white ribbons… Your face, your smile, one only dance danced in the dark. Your love, never granted… Reserving…… Continue reading Lovely spring morning…
You don’t have to open your eyes, Love… Our story is writen in Braille on my skin. You just need to whisper to my ear, and my favorite memories are ready for your fingers to visit them, again and again…
Knickknacks balls of twine old buttons, my lint collection the spaces between my teeth make for whistling, or echoes of what I forgot to brush, when I was young, Mostly odds and ends my drawers are filled with them memories, light-bulbs, rubber bands pictures of you, and me Things that can’t won’t be discarded…… Continue reading Odds & Ends – Notthedane56
Photographs old occupying space reminding me of what I was not, when I younger was, Hidden was she around the corner, the edge the photograph hidden denying herself participation denying the fact to be preserved in my memories, Lovers were we not an obvious choice a fact, a reality hidden to others denying myself…… Continue reading What I Was Not – Notthedane56
You might have read my latest “Let me be your voice” post. It is an open letter from a dear friend of mine, starting her career as a nurse. Despite the countless hours spent at the hospital, her goodwill and incredible sense of care, she feels she fails her patients. She feels like a…… Continue reading Letter to all them good nurses…
Via Today’s Daily Prompt: Black Today’s daily prompt could have evoked a lot of things… But it so vividly brought back this song to my mind, that I just couldn’t write about any other shade of Black. I listened to Pearl Jam a lot in my early twenties, and I remember this back then…… Continue reading Cyranny’s Jukebox…
Remember Gone in sixty seconds? I, for one, really enjoyed the year 2000 blockbuster! I was a big fan of Nicolas Cage, my father had passed on an interest for fine cars, and the soundtrack was good from first to the last song! This afternoon, the movie was playing on tv, and I hesitated on watching…… Continue reading Cyranny’s Jukebox…
She left the empty glass in the kitchen sink, and poured the black brew in her favorite mug. She wondered if she should call Valérie, but it was still a little early for a Saturday morning, and she wanted her thoughts to be a bit clearer, before she got interrogated. Because that’s exactly what…… Continue reading Last night… part 2.
She woke with a dry mouth and crinkled mind. What had happened? She rolled on her back tucking the bedsheets under her arms, and enjoying the warmth of the duvet just a little longer. She knew reality would soon hit her, and usually, it wasn’t pretty when it happened. Not that it was an usual…… Continue reading Last night…
Cyranny's Cove 