The cat enjoys the last of the summer wind and the mysterious happiness of the feather comforter. 

Today

Today I felt that all is going by so fast, perhaps upon looking back, one might see something of the future.
Last year, there was little going on. I was working. There were customers. It was dreadful.
The year before there was little going on. I was going to school, there were classes. My shoes pinched and I did not like them.
The year preceding, I was in the mountains. The snows were falling, the trees were turning icy and green, green, brown and black. All my worries fell around the house where my window was below the ground, where I sat by my desk with cold floor beneath the rug seeping into my toes. I would pinch my nose and think.
Before that was fall, autumn, turning trees and unhappy arguments spotted in amongst the browning grasses... school had begun again, and my trip to the Continent had been splintering - the old adage 'one cannot be two places at once' did not seem to hold true, and I suffered for its failure.
Before that stretched out in reverie and quietude, that day I was near an exam, but it did not seem to bother me, instead, I looked into my future with questions unanswered.
The past before that fades into a quilt of home and hearth and mind, all mixed together into a dish of dinner chicken, baked with red wine vinegar, the smell of garlic and onion and pungency of life.
Today I am living then and now... Perhaps the future I am living also. It is hard to tell. The line is long and broad and somewhat deep, my knitted brows (they knit now, you see) don't always keep the history from pushing in and asking questions.

The Storyteller

Tell us a story!
Tell us a story!
All the circled children cried,
And like great book-covers opening
Granpa opened up his eyes.

He widened them in surprise.

Now children, children, children mine
What story would I tell?

Only the other day down at the well...
(Here all the children clapped and yelled)

Only the other day down at the well...
(Oh what a story he would tell!)

Only the other day down at the well...
(All the children now were still)

I met a ghostly bride...

Her story, now, was something else-
As she told it sad to me
The little whispering winds around
Moaned and crooned and keened,

Crying as she sat in white among the reeds.

The mists, without my knowing, too,
Were rolling from the West;
But I, transfixed, among the ferns
Was listening like a spindle turns

-Mesmerized, transfixed, it turns-
There down at the well...

She was white and strange and thin,
Bowing this-way-that in the lowing wind
And I would see her veil stray
Along the ground and far away
Calling shadows, come what may.

This bride upon the fell that day
Abandoned so cruel that way
Her moaning soul would always stay
Deep down by the well.

Tess and Geraldine Chapter 6 continued

She ran by the lions. ROAR! ROAR! she heard.

Tess and Geraldine Chapter 6

She ran by the crocodiles - SNAP! SNAP!

Tess and Geraldine Chapter 5

"Please, please, will someone find the vet?" the strange man said. Tess stepped forward. "I will fetch him!" She ran out of the pavillion and started through the park.

Tess and Geraldine Chapter 4

Tess and Geraldine wandered into the beautiful building. Inside they found a large elephant who looked at them with solemn surprise. Golden light flew in through the round windows, casting the pillars into mysterious shadow. As Tess and Geraldine's eyes were adjusting to the cool dark, a strange man rushed out from an arched doorway. "Help! Help!" he cried, "Sheva is sick and the we cannot find the vet!"

Tess and Geraldine, Chapter 3

Tess and Geraldine searched all over the zoo for Mum and Father, their lollipops hanging disconsolate from their hands. Eventually they came to a building that looked like a large palace, with elephants trumpeting and walking in the walled grounds.

Freeway

At first, thought I
A roller-skating rink.
And then I was
A giant's thumb along a ribbon silk.
And after that a marble course
With lighted ropes of emphasis
Strung here and there
With art the signs of exits.

But now, I think
This skating rink
(With me the engined skate)
Is truly a frenetic causeway
For energy escape.

Traveling hither, thither, yon
Bursting molecules fly
The Civics, Mazdas, Subarus
Cannot question why.

For am I not
An electron at heart?
Running from place to place
Being used up, changing
My soul ranging
Down and up and out?

A Short Word

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Tess and Geraldine, Chapter 2

Everyone sat down on a bench under some trees, and Geraldine and Tess began to kick their heels. Mum suggested they go get some lollipops at the stand across the square, and Tess and Geraldine soon were licking the yummy candy. When they got back to the bench, however, noone was there. Mum and Father were gone!

Tess and Geraldine Go to the Zoo

Tess and Geraldine and Mum and Father all went to the zoo one day and visited the lions, the tigers, the zebras and the giraffes. It was very exciting, and Tess and Geraldine held very tight to each other's hands.

Mum and father looked very hard at all the animals and pointed out the baby zebra by its mother's side.

To Be or Not To Be

Should this blog be?

More
There must be more
As I push and strive and sweat and try
I know there must be more
A life somewhere, as I bleed
A freedom I never knew, yet know
Somewhere: my soul
It pushes in me once again, and strives
Excelling, fleeing, returning
On a Shakespeare's Sea of Troubles
Doubles of the pain and sand
The salt of gritty tears in hand
That I must take the day I die
And fly - inflamed by passion's sparks -
To home, to rest, and yet I
Push again
The sweetness of the frantic breath
I breathe within my lungs again:
A sorrow to my lineage,
A hope I never knew, yet know
Somewhere: my soul

Or not be?