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You Were Always There

Another piece of fiction that was written for another blog. Figure I should try to place them all here, in one central location.


Dear June,

Someone once told me that a woman never wants a weak man and that the last thing I should do is tell you that it hurts not to have you around.

They said I should pretend like you didn’t exist and ignore you. They said that if I ignored you it would lead to the whole absence makes the heart grow fonder thing. They said that you would come looking for me and that I should be mean to you because women like men who are mean.

Well, I am a mean man and I mean that in more than one way. I am not always the nice guy. I am a jerk who has been his own biggest enemy. Don’t have to look any farther than the closest mirror to see the truth of that.

But that doesn’t mean that I am only a jerk or that I haven’t got any good qualities because I have plenty. It is not egotistical for me to say that I know I touched you on a deeper level than any other man has. That is simple truth.

And the same goes in reverse. You found the real me and you saw what I never let anyone see.

For a while we were two souls in sync and complete. You were my air and I was yours.

Maybe I look backwards to punish myself. Maybe I blame myself for how things are now. And maybe I don’t. Maybe I hold you accountable too because no relationship happens in a vacuum.

And maybe what is more important is to let the past rest. You have one and I have one. Does it matter who did what, when or how.

Well it does to a point but I am not convinced that it has to be the final arbiter of what will be. Because what we found is rare, special and unique. I am not convinced that such a thing can truly be lost or that it ever dies.

I can’t tell you why I feel like this other than it is in my heart. The same heart that you stole beats hard and long. And dammit, it tells me when you are out there thinking about me.

Because you do and it is not in the I hope he is well mode that you tell yourself it is. I call bullshit. I say that you are lying to yourself about that. I say that if you pull out one of your famous lists you’ll find me there.

You were always there, even when I didn’t know your name, you were always there. Part of the reason we worked so well was because we broke all of the rules.

We stripped away all of the pretense and let naked souls speak. We screamed at each other because we had complete faith that we could do so and we did.

And when we did we always made up. It wasn’t the kind of stormy dysfunctional relationship that you see on a soap opera. It was real. It was honest. It was authentic.

The biggest challenge we had was bad timing. Life happened to us and we got lost. When we got lost we let our fear guide us and love took a back seat.

I am always happy to be in a back seat with you but not like that.

Those people who tell me to be mean to you don’t get it. They are right about a few things. You won’t admit it but you hate when I ignore you. You wonder if that means that I have finally let go. Sometimes you wish that I would because it would make it easier.

But you feel comfort in the connection even if it isn’t what it once was. It is not daily and direct but we still touch each other in that place.

And you know that if you needed me I would cross the ocean to be by your side again. You know that I would fight the monsters, slay the dragon and rebuild our castle.

There isn’t enough uncertainty about that to make you feel otherwise and that is ok with me.

I do things differently. I take the road not taken and I walk where there is no path. Sometimes that bites me in the ass but it is the only way that I know how to live.

Don’t have time or the right words to say more at this moment. Hell, I don’t even know if these words are working properly. All I know is that we know more about true intimacy than most and I miss that.

I miss that trust. I miss the girl who helped me remember that life is love and that the fire doesn’t have to burn you.

Can’t keep this side open for long or it will wreck my reputation. So remember that I love you. Remember when I pull your pigtails and take your cookies that I have always loved you.

Probably always will…

Hah, don’t tell me that you read “probably” three times and wonder why I qualified it. Hee hee, got to make you squirm a little bit now don’t I. 😉

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The Circumstances of Astrology

Here is another from August of 2010


‎”And ever has it been known that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation.” Kahlil Gibran

Depth speaks to me.It calls out to me, caresses my faith like the flames in that fire I speak of so frequently. We talk about destiny and we talk about fate. Through the years we stake out positions and then shift them ever so slightly this direction and that.

In the early moments we revel in our relationship and agree that there is something more to it all because neither one of us can conceive of there not being some sort of something pushing us together. Unexpected, and unsought for we found each other.

We were both naturally skeptical about it all. For a while we laughed at the idea that maybe there really was a soul mate for us. It was something that we wanted to believe in but math and science didn’t provide the sort of support that we wanted. Logic, critical reasoning and rational thought were what we relied upon.

But over time we began to accept that there was something more to this. It was fun to read about our respective signs and exciting to discover that our signs were so very much in synch. It seemed like more than a coincidence to read descriptions like the one below

Taurus and Virgo:

Both earth signs share the ability to communicate and understand one another intuitively. Their conversations get better over time and so does the relationship. They will understand each other’s goals and hopes for the future. There is an unspoken bond here that once established, hardly ever gets broken. They will provide each other with what the other person instinctively needs and desires sexually. You can’t go wrong with this astrological combination, period. A strong attraction and loyalty will keep these two together. Relatives can sometimes be a problem for these two.  Virgos understand that listening to their Taurus can provide them the sort of answers that they cannot figure out on their own. The smart Virgo recognizes that Taurus mate knows how to reach them in ways that no other can. Focus on healing yourselves and each other and you will have a mate for life.

I like reading that one. It reminds me of a girl who would giggle when I would reiterate that she needed to listen to her Taurus because I knew how to solve the problems that she couldn’t. That girl loved me so. She called me her dear one and swore that she would never leave my side as I swore I would do the same for her.

It scared me more than I liked to admit, to be so madly in love with another. Scared me to let someone see me devoid of all defenses, naked and bare. But I couldn’t help myself. Damn, you were, are so very beautiful. You make me act like an idiot. Just can’t help but be the fool for you.

Staring at our astrology again I hear you tell me all the reasons why it can’t work, at least not now. I fight, I argue and I debate. I tell you that even the stars are in alignment but it is not enough. You turn around and tell me that our astrology is good, but our circumstances are not. And then you are gone.

My girl isn’t my girl anymore, at least not in the manner I want. We’re back to walking separate paths but it is different now. When I didn’t know that you existed there was no ache or regret. I never wondered or worried about you. I didn’t stare off into space and ask what you were doing. Didn’t wonder if someone else had caught your eye. I just lived my life.

Lived my life as I try to do now- except now I feel a bit like I got kicked out of the Garden of Eden. I am aware of my nakedness. I miss your being naked with me and I wonder what the future holds. I close my eyes and let my mind wander where it will.

Do I take your words at face value. Do I accept what you are saying. I know you well enough to know that you won’t tell me everything. Even if you want, hope or dream of more you won’t admit it. You won’t tell me so I am forced to figure out based upon a hunch. A combination of going with my gut and asking the Magic 8 Ball leads me to believe that you aren’t gone, not yet. You are still there, not willing to tell me to get lost nor to come closer.

In short you have left me in limbo which if you ask me is a particularly feminine trait. You characters like to keep us wondering. I could do that too. I should do that. You’d find it particularly disconcerting if I disappeared. If one day I was there and the next I was gone you would wonder. I think about it. I consider it.

But I stay true to me. You know how I feel and you know that the astrology says you are an idiot for not listening to me. So stubborn girl, it leaves us at an impasse. You won’t let me in. You won’t admit that you still have feelings or that you want me to come get you. You won’t lean on me or let me help you because you know that if you open the door a tiny crack I will kick it down.

So for now I am going to continue doing what I am doing. I am living my life. I am working hard on my stuff, career, workouts etc. And if things work out as I expect we’ll find out more specifically what the true circumstances of astrology are and what they are not.

Stay tuned to this bat channel.

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I Once Had a Girl

I wrote this post in August of 2010 and decided it might have a place here.


“I once had a girl, or should I say, she once had me.” Norwegian Wood- The Beatles

Though I know better I can no longer remember a time when you weren’t a part of me. Those days are gone forever. Now I know what it is like to have been loved by an angel and to have loved her in return. I know what it means to love someone with a depth and fierceness to it that exceeds description and defies expectations.

You weren’t the first woman that I had loved. There were others. I had drunk from that particular cup and swallowed deeply from the draughts I was given. And I knew what heartbreak was. I knew what it meant to have loved and lost. So I thought that I was protected by life experience. I thought if I ever lost you that my knowledge and experience would be enough to get me through.

And then I learned that I really knew nothing about any of it. I learned that though I had been in love it had never been so pure, so raw and so honest. I learned that nothing I knew mattered because you shattered my expectations on every level. You were like the perfect storm that blew in and surrounded my ship.

For a long while I sailed nestled in your bosom in the eye of the storm, safe from the madness. Though I could sometimes hear the howling of the wind and the roar of the waves I was protected from all of it. I lay there in your embrace and marveled over your imperfect perfection. In my eyes you were simply magnificent.

But in arrogance and stupidity I somehow lost you and was tossed right into the heart of the storm. A storm that I am still sailing through. Every day is a battle to keep the ship from being thrown into the rocks. And there have been more than a few moments in which I wondered why I couldn’t just let go.

It seemed so simple. Let go of the wheel and let the sea take me. Let the elements have me and if that meant being dashed against the rocks, well so be it. But that isn’t who I am. That is not what I am about. I endure and I sustain. And I suspect that you have always known that about me.

Known that you could throw me in the fire and I would dance in the flames. Known that no matter what challenges were presented I would go after them with a passion. Can’t help that. In part it is who I am and in part it is because even now you still inspire me. Even now I want to be your hero. And that drives me to reach down deep and find the places where strength that I didn’t know I had exists.

I do it because of who I am and who I hope we can be. Because yes, I see you standing there in the distance. I hear you say goodbye but you don’t mean it. I read between the lines and see the truth of your heart and I recognize the S.O.S. it sends to mine.

There is no disguising that. No way to ignore or pretend that it doesn’t exist. The connection is too deep and too strong to be broken this way. And really, would you expect me to pretend that it was just a dream. Would you really feel better if I shrugged my shoulders and accepted that all we got was a few minutes in Eden.

This I cannot accept nor can I do. I may be a fool, but whether you know it or not I am your fool. And I will storm the gates time and again. I will fling myself into the breach until I die from exhaustion or am convinced that there truly is no hope.

For I promised you all of this and more. I swore a vow that I cannot ignore and sealed it with a kiss that I cannot forget. So I call on the demons and the devil himself to remove themselves from my path. I give notice to all who would challenge me. At the end of the day I will be the sole being standing on this road.

Call that hyperbole or melodrama if you wish but this is how it shall be. I shall do my penance and serve my time.

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Broken Promises Lead To A Brighter Day

This is the link to the prompt I am supposed to use for this story.

Here is all I have had time to come up with:

“Oh, I see that you are busy.”

Those seven words

Twenty-five years ago Father McLaughlin

Sometimes I wonder if

The question is whether I will be motivated to add to this or if I will just walk away. Won’t know until later. Stick around and you might find out what Father McLaughlin said and how that relates to it all.

A mix of truth and lies- that is what it is about.

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Sometimes the expectations of youth are met with the cruel reality that love isn’t always enough, heroes sometimes fail and good doesn’t always triumph over evil.

Those aren’t my words but those of the prophets found in school yards, pool halls and street corners. This was the wisdom of the guys who had more experience and were more streetwise than myself.

They’d say, “Jimmy, never give all you have to a woman because she will suck you dry and not in the way you want. She will take all that you have and more.”

The funny thing was they always talked about how it was better to be with a selfish bitch because she would give you a reason to get angry and be wary. That selfish bitch they’d talk about would still suck you dry but she wouldn’t pretend to be nice or act like it was a mistake.

“Jimmy, a selfish bitch is just easier that way because you’re dealing with realistic expectations. Hook up with a nice girl and you won’t see it coming. She’ll be sweet and loving. She’ll take care of you and do all she can to make you feel good, but she will still suck you dry. That makes her worse.”

We tended to take the words of the prophets with a grain of salt because some of their stories sounded like they should be in Penthouse Forum. It didn’t matter how old they were either, these knock around guys always had the same sort of story.

In high school it would be about how the head cheerleader and the rest of the team invited them over for an improptu orgy. In college they talked about how they traded sexual favors for a better grade with their English professor.

But the worst among the lot were the men who traveled for work and would talk about how that time in Topeka, Kansas they got a chance to bang Cindy Crawford or some other supermodel.

There was always some cockamamie part of the puzzle in which they explained how they met Cindy on the flight over and that gave them five uninterrupted hours to convince her they were funny, warm and desirable.

“Jimmy, I never thought it could happen to me but somewhere in the sky god smiled upon me and convinced this beautiful, lonely woman that it was worth doing some yoga in the sheets with me.”

Fucking prophets are a bunch of fucking liars.

I can’t and won’t say they didn’t get lucky in Topeka or claim the woman from Des Moines never happened. I have been around a bit and I have seen a few things. I am sure some of those guys got in some bedroom exercise but it wasn’t with a supermodel.  But then if alcohol was involved they might have thought they were with one.

If you spend enough time at the hotel bar slinging back Jack and Coke you can find a few beauties who look like they might be fun.

Three Times Meets Timing and Circumstances

There are three of them from my past. Two brunettes with dark hair and dark eyes alongside a blonde with green eyes that come to mind.

If you gave them a cursory glance you wouldn’t be sure of what they share in common beyond gender and height. That glance wouldn’t be enough to tell you of their intelligence and innate curiosity.

Nor would it reveal the wild side they all hide under their “good girl” facade either. I know from personal experience about all of these things. I can tell you about a love for cooking, laughter and learning. I can tell you about their nurturing natures and how they love to take care of their men.

And I can tell you about how many different ways they surprised me, what they did to get my attention and a million other little details. They’d yell at me for comparing and or sharing but they are all gone now.

Timing and circumstances took us in different directions. Now all we have are memories of moments in time and that is ok because the prophets prepared me for the heartbreak that came with each of them.

Those wise guys helped me get through the rough spots because I knew to hold something back that was just for me. I knew to keep realistic expectations and to do like that Lennon guy said, “hide my love away.”

That is what kept me from losing it when we walked our separate ways because I never was going to let one of them suck me dry in any way other than that one. Of course now I begin to wonder if I am not just like the prophets.

I might not tell ridiculous stories but I am a single guy looking back instead of looking forward so maybe the time has come to say goodbye to the past and enter the future.

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I Want To Die


I Want To Die
It was more than a little shocking to hear those words spoken aloud.

“I want to die.”

The pregnant pause afterwards confirmed that they were completely flabbergasted. No one had expected to hear that and the lack of protestation confirmed that they didn’t believe in the speaker’s sincerity.

Because you know that if they had taken it seriously there would have been an immediate response, they would have followed up on it, tried to ascertain what the problem was and how they could help.

At least that seems to be the obvious expectation, friends don’t sit there while you declare your readiness to end your corporeal existence. And if they do, well either you are a drama queen or you need to get new friends.

A cry for help is a cry for help. Silence is not the answer, but then again maybe it is. After all they say that people who are truly intent on committing suicide don’t really spell it out, they do it. They act upon their desires.

And the desire to kill one self can be far more powerful than anyone cares to admit or believe. When you don’t have a concrete reason to believe that there is anything after this it makes it much easier to see death as being a respite from the pain, a well-earned vacation.

“I want to die.”

It is one thing to think it, but once you verbalize it, actually speak the words it takes on new meaning. It becomes more real and you find yourself considering the various methods you can use to commit the deed.

Having a morbid sense of humor it is easy to see what the police would call it:

Homicide against yourself

C’mon now, you know that it is worth a chuckle. Ok, maybe not, but life is lacking, you’re not exactly burning up the fun meter. Sadness, depression, frustration and anger are different, you own those feelings, and you just know that somewhere there is a dictionary with your picture in it.

For a time there are the thoughts about what your loss would do to the family and the world. Suicide may not be as painless as advertised. You think about how the wife and kids will fare and wonder if your parents will feel responsible. It is almost enough to keep you from trying to pull the trigger. It is almost enough to prevent you from making that first cut, but the blistering pain and the empty, hollow feeling push those thoughts out of your head.

Now all you really want to do is find an escape from the madness. It doesn’t matter whether you are truly mentally ill or something else. The pain and misery make you spend much of the day doubled over, wishing you were comatose.

The light of the sun isn’t a pleasure, it is torture. Laughter and smiles from others torture your soul further. Your anger is fueled by seeing how others are happy and knowing that you can’t share in their happiness.

So the moment comes when you start to entertain the idea of letting go. You play around with ways and means, consider what your note will say, if anything. You can’t really explain it, so you don’t bother to do much.

A simple note that says “Elvis has left the building” will suffice. Or maybe it should read “will the last person to leave remember to turn out the lights.”

End of story; fade to black and utter silence.


Suicide is supposed to be painless and maybe if I believed it to be true I might consider it more seriously, but I don’t.

I don’t really want to die but I don’t have too many options. The man on the other end of that call isn’t going to let me stick around. I don’t care what promises he makes or whose life he swears upon.

He is lying and I know better.

I know it because I used to be him. The guys he works for are the same men I used to report to and they won’t ever forget what happened or let anyone else think I got over on them.

This can only go one of two ways and no matter how it goes death wins. That old bag of bones is going to get his quart of blood and then some.

It is just a matter of time before they force me out in the open or before I decide to take action.

All I can do is weigh the pros and cons and try to decide what gives me the best chance of making it out.

This isn’t like the movies. I won’t be able to go in guns blazing and kill all the bad guys. I can’t call my old army buddy, the one who managed to stay out of trouble and just so happens to a colonel who can call in an air strike.

All I can do is make them bleed and hope it is enough to make them go away. I suggested as much on the telephone and the new guy laughed.

Can’t say I was surprised because I would have laughed too. It is part posturing and part reality. One against a 100 isn’t ever something that works in real life, especially when they are willing to use your family against you.

I have seen hard men go soft. Unless they are a true sociopath they always give in.

The guys I used to work for learned from the Taliban. Make a man cook his kid and eat them and they will do what you want.

Sick and gruesome doesn’t describe it.


Sometimes death is preferable to facing this sort of decision, but I am too stubborn and maybe too stupid.

I called him back and told him I was coming to visit and then the doorbell rang.

They were here.

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Pieces of The Puzzle

For a long time fear held me back and kept me from going “all in” and that fear may end up being the big tragedy of this time and space. It might be the reason why I never find out if what was thought and said was real or if it was just words two young people once shared with each other.

Sometimes it feels like I am playing a game except I haven’t ever seen a copy of the rules so every time I think I might be winning I find out it is just the opposite.  I stop, look, listen, turn and twist because I hope that maybe  I’ll find what I am looking for right there behind me.

We stop and stare at a moonless sky and under the black ask if love is forever. We laugh and say how childish it sounds and in the same breath explain how our love is different and how we know more. We are more mature and more experienced.

She tells me about all of the benefits of this experience and says she is more deeply in love with me than any other man before. Explains that she wants to do things with me she has never done and says we can blur the lines because we are inextricably linked.

I take her again and again. She submits. Man meets woman and woman meets man. When I hold back she catches me, encourages me to let go. Promises the moon and I listen because I have made the same promises.

Life happens. Love happens. Loss happens.

I should have gone all in, but I didn’t recognize it then and now it might be too late.  Or maybe it is not because I am not playing a game I know. There are rules to this game I have never seen, nor read.

Words are spoken and the meanings are clearly unclear. Analysis isn’t wanted and probably not required but it happens. Time is spent wondering if gut feelings are based upon reality or what we want the reality to be. Questions are asked about whether the time has come to walk away from the table or if now is the time to storm the castle.

No one understands timing anyway and sometimes we lie about intention and desire because we fear acting out on these things.

We’re back under the night sky but this time the moon and stars are a glow and we wonder if we are being taunted and or led astray. Now these lights provide a path that appears to go in the direction we wanted and wished for. but that fear is back. The uncertainty says not to walk because when you play with fire you get burned.

Yet the genesis of it all came when we decided to walk among the flames and found that together we shielded each other from the flames and protected each other from harm.

Now the question is whether the window has shut and the time has passed. There may yet be magic left in the night. There might be a pinch of dust and small swallow in the bottle, just enough to snatch victory from defeat but the only way to find out is to go all in and risk more than before.

And so we wonder whether it is better to hide our love away and perhaps never know or to take a shot and see what happens.

Ain’t life peachy.


Editors’s note: Those are fragments that have been lying around. Figured it was better to insert them here and maybe use them later.
“I once had a girl, or should I say, she once had me…
She showed me her room, isn’t it good, Norwegian wood?

She asked me to stay and she told me to sit anywhere,
So I looked around and I noticed there wasn’t a chair.

I sat on a rug, biding my time, drinking her wine
We talked until two and then she said, “It’s time for bed”

She told me she worked in the morning and started to laugh.
I told her I didn’t and crawled off to sleep in the bath

And when I awoke, I was alone, this bird had flown
So I lit a fire, isn’t it good, Norwegian wood.”

Norwegian Wood– The Beatles
“The screen door slams
Mary’ dress waves
Like a vision she dances across the porch
As the radio plays
Roy Orbison singing for the lonely
Hey that’s me and I want you only
Don’t turn me home again
I just can’t face myself alone again
Don’t run back inside
Darling you know just what I’m here for
So you’re scared and you’re thinking
That maybe we ain’t that young anymore
Show a little faith there’s magic in the night
You ain’t a beauty but hey you’re alright
Oh and that’s alright with me

You can hide ‘neath your covers
And study your pain
Make crosses from your lovers
Throw roses in the rain
Waste your summer praying in vain
For a saviour to rise from these streets
Well now I’m no hero
That’s understood
All the redemption I can offer girl
Is beneath this dirty hood
With a chance to make it good somehow
Hey what else can we do now ?
Except roll down the window
And let the wind blow
Back your hair
Well the night’s busting open
These two lanes will take us anywhere
We got one last chance to make it real
To trade in these wings on some wheels
Climb in back
Heaven’s waiting on down the tracks
Oh-oh come take my hand
We’re riding out tonight to case the promised land
Oh-oh Thunder Road oh Thunder Road
Lying out there like a killer in the sun
Hey I know it’s late we can make it if we run
Oh Thunder Road sit tight take hold
Thunder Road

Well I got this guitar
And I learned how to make it talk
And my car’s out back
If you’re ready to take that long walk
From your front porch to my front seat
The door’s open but the ride it ain’t free
And I know you’re lonely
For words that I ain’t spoken
But tonight we’ll be free
All the promises’ll be broken
There were ghosts in the eyes
Of all the boys you sent away
They haunt this dusty beach road
In the skeleton frames of burned out Chevrolets
They scream your name at night in the street
Your graduation gown lies in rags at their feet
And in the lonely cool before dawn
You hear their engines roaring on
But when you get to the porch they’re gone
On the wind so Mary climb in
It’s town full of losers
And I’m pulling out of here to win

Thunder Road- Bruce Springsteen

Hey there, here I am
I’m the man on the scene
I can give you what you want
But you got to come home with me

I forgot some good old lovin’
And I got me some more in store
When I get to thrown it on you
You got to come back for more

Toys and things that come by the dozen
That ain’t nothin’ but drug store lovin’
Pretty little thing, let me light your candle
‘Cause mama I’m sure hard to handle, now, gets around

Action speaks louder than words
And I’m a man of great experience
I know you got another man
But I can love you better than him

Take my hand, don’t be afraid
I’m wanna prove every word I say
I’m advertisin’ love for free
So, you can place your ad with me

Once it come along a dime by the dozen
That ain’t nothin’ but ten cent lovin’
Pretty little thing, let me light your candle
‘Cause mama I’m sure hard to handle, now, gets around

Baby, here I am
The man on your scene
I can give you what you want
But you got to come home with me

I forgot some good old lovin’
And I got some more in store
When I get to thrown it on you
You got to come runnin’ back for more

Once it come along a dime by the dozen
That ain’t nothin’ but drug store lovin’
Pretty little thing, let me light your candle
‘Cause mama I’m sure hard to handle, now, gets around
Hard To Handle- Otis Redding

What’ll you do when you get lonely
And nobody’s waiting by your side?
You’ve been running and hiding much too long.
You know it’s just your foolish pride.

Layla, you’ve got me on my knees.
Layla, I’m begging, darling please.
Layla, darling won’t you ease my worried mind.

I tried to give you consolation
When your old man had let you down.
Like a fool, I fell in love with you,
Turned my whole world upside down.


Let’s make the best of the situation
Before I finally go insane.
Please don’t say we’ll never find a way
And tell me all my love’s in vain.

[Chorus: x2]
Layla– Derek and the Dominos

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I just published a post for the Speakeasy at Yeah Write that I am no so sure about. I was interrupted a million times while writing it and had originally intended to a go a different direction.

Don’t mistake my comments for excuses about the quality because if you hate it I will take responsibility for having written it and if you like it I will still take responsibility.

Part of being a writer is learning how to roll with the punches and write regardless of situation  and circumstance.

For those of you who are interested here is some background for what I had thought about doing. There is a lot more to share from the story with Georgie and I still might attack that tonight.

I also played around with writing something based upon these posts

  1. The Song of My Heart Has Gone Silent
  2. My Stairway To Heaven
  3. Donuts
  4. Wanted

And I thought about using this excerpt:

“COME live with me and be my Love,
And we will all the pleasures prove
That hills and valleys, dale and field,
And all the craggy mountains yield.

There will we sit upon the rocks
And see the shepherds feed their flocks,
By shallow rivers, to whose falls
Melodious birds sing madrigals.

There will I make thee beds of roses
And a thousand fragrant posies,
A cap of flowers, and a kirtle
Embroider’d all with leaves of myrtle.”
The Passionate Shepherd To His Love- Christopher Marlowe

I still might do it. You can expect to see more, call that a covent-tree for those of us who don’t back down.

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