In her smoldering gaze I find all the light and heat that I need
to warm even the coldest corners of my life.
Still, there is a certain cloud of danger to her deep, compelling presence.
An elegant sharp edge, a forbidden thrill, a darkness.
There are times when knowing her leads me to contemplate the shadows of existence,
and the questions with unknown answers. Thus to me, she has become both the light and the dark.
And sometimes, in still moments, fear looks out for a possible opening within.
But as the wise man said, "Why should I be afraid of the darkness?--
when there is light all around."
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Although she said, "Talk to you later!",
I knew at that moment that it would be the last time I ever saw her.
Wish I had been wrong.
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I got the call early that morning. It was a mysterious whisper of a voice with an alarming sense of urgency and a tinge of familiarity. Had I heard it before? I'd been a shamus my whole adult life and heaven knows I'd talked to a million people along the way. In this crazy business you hear a lot of voices and do a lot of waiting and drink a lot of coffee—comes with the territory.
She said that it was vital that I meet her at Chez Marchand at seven that night—a matter of life and death. I told her ok but I wanted to know her name and could she tell me what it was about. She replied that she would explain everything when we met, that she desperately needed my services and to make sure that I was packing.
Alarms went off. I told her that I was for hire for any legitimate purpose but it was four hundred dollars a day plus expenses.
"That will be fine. I'll be the one with the red rose and fur wrap—faux fur, of course." She hung up.
Faux fur? Interesting detail, I thought.
When I arrived at the swanky joint, I was ready for anything. Was this a woman in trouble with the law? Being chased by hoods? Stalked by some crazy ex?
I scanned the room.
There, seated at a cozy spot in the corner looking like a vision of every beautiful dame there ever was—with a red rose and a fur wrap, faux fur of course—was my wife.
The maitre d' walked me over.
She looked up and I remembered all over again just why I had been a done deal since the first moment I saw her.
"You the private dick?" she asked.
"Oh yes ma'am," I answered, "very private."
"Yeah well, you'd better be!" she declared.
I sat down and told her in a soft voice, "Sorry I've been working so much lately. It has been awhile since we've been out on the town. Who was it on the phone?"
"Amanda. You know, my friend from the garden club. It was all we could do not to break out laughing."
"So, you got my four hundred bucks?" I asked.
She got serious and mysterious and whispered, "That depends, shamus. Are you packing?"
I sure was.
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Catalina rocked the world for ten years.
Her voice was a soaring, searing instrument of Heaven; her songs were testaments resonating directly from the center of the Human Soul; her performances were legend.
Ever since she was a child in the orphanage, she realized that she had the power to do something special.
She knew she should.
One night, during the pinnacle of her accomplishments and fame, alone and buzzed in a secluded bungalow somewhere warm and sweet—Catalina looked up to the dark sky. Something opened inside of her and she found herself gazing upon the vista of the entire Universe.
She heard her own voice telling her that it was time to leave, to gather her thoughts and feelings and emotions and her Love and move on, body and all—to where she wanted to be.
She knew she could.
Catalina's disappearance became a worldwide mystery filled with intrigue, desperate investigation, endless hypothesizing, rumors, stories, grief and bewilderment.
But to her handful of faithful friends, who on the morning after that fateful night had awoken startled to find a beautiful Passion Flower bloom on their pillow, there was a certain closure. Although still puzzled and worried, there was a quiet knowing that their dear friend had said goodbye—that Catalina had let them know that everything was alright and that she Loved them.
They knew she would.
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We were introduced and suddenly, even though I was just an ordinary guy,
I had the steel of Cooper, the charm of Gable and the moves of Astaire--
synergized and locked in toward one thing and one thing only--
to sweep her off of her feet.
To know her, to entice her, to soothe her, to make her scream with delight--
louder than she had ever screamed before.
To smile at me, to laugh at me, to trust me, to Love me--
more than she would ever love anyone again.
And when the heat had fused us together and the steam had settled--
I was no longer just an ordinary guy,
and the dance had only started.
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We met.
The familiar landscape of my immediate astral plane appeared, as it is wont to do.
I gazed upon the threshold haze of warm nothingness from which my somethings appear.
Right there in the center of my Being, was a beautiful Bloom of Love.
Gorgeous, dazzling, transcendent and new—and yet, it had been there forever. How odd.
The sight of it plunged me into the depths of the most exquisite of emotions.
He liked me, too.
Now, all is well in my physical and nonphysical worlds.
Everything is gorgeous, dazzling, transcendant and new. And yet, it has been forever. How odd.
How wonderful.
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It was Sunday morning.
As usual I got up real early, sometimes I'd think way too early, to work my shift driving rocketcab.
I yawned and pulled up the blinds to look out on my block—home sweet home.
The image stunned me. It sent me reeling back for a split second until my mind stopped me, closed my eyes tight and made me think for a moment.
"Wait, you're seeing things, Charlie. Hold on, take a breath and open your eyes and look again."
I looked, and this time the sight of planets hovering right over the buildings sent me falling back to the floor. I balled up and covered my head with my arms.
I sat there in a panic for several moments. Trying to get a grip and steady my nerves, I breathed hard and shakily got to my feet. Making my way slowly to the window, I braced myself and looked out once more.
There they were.
I slid to the floor again and sat there.
So, it had really, finally happened.
The powers that be had been saying for months that after all these decades of mysterious sightings and encounters, something was going to occur. Something—definitive.
But stuff in the sky had been going on since the Atomic Age, and according to some, since forever. I figured that people talk and who knows what anyway.
Of course, I always thought it would be something like a big mother ship landing in the middle of Reverend King Square in Washington or something like that. Just no mistaking it.
I would have never guessed this, but there was certainly no mistaking it.
Oh well, only one thing for it I told myself.
I cleaned up, got dressed, straightened my shoulders--
and went out to meet the neighbors.
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Waiting For Toast
I dreamt that Spring was born.
She came forth full-sized but still cloaked with the dark luster of Her Father.
She spun and sighed, waking quickly,
a torrent of color and warmth on Her mind.
I awoke—looking forward.
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Spring Orbs
I love live music and have gone to quite a few concerts. I've caught a lot of bands at smaller places, too. It was always a good way to ease the pain for awhile.
One weekend night I wandered into an intimate little place on a corner near where I live.
There, leading a trio of proverbially cool characters was a girl whom some would call a hot mess.
To me, she was a fabulously hot hot mess with the voice of a beautiful revelation and music that picked me up and carried me away—never to be seen again.
They were freakin' great!
For almost four months they played every Saturday night and I was there every single time.
She wounded me over and over, and then healed me, over and over.
Thinking of her brings out the poet in me, I guess, but I would say that she dazzled me while still imparting a sweet clarity that covered me like a clear cloud of cool air.
That's why I don't write poetry.
Anyway, like the song says, she killed me. Or maybe what it was is that she made me realize how deep into death I had fallen—and then she brought me back to life.
I got to say hi to her a few times for a moment but I wasn't able to connect. She was always on the move between sets and kept floating away from me. Oh well, some things are meant to be and some things aren't.
I know it sounds crazy but her performances moved me in way that no one had before or since, big time or small.
After their run there, I never saw her again.
She was like my own private megastar, my Siren, and I'll never forget her.
Now when I go to see a band play, it's just to have a good time.
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Lacey, dead. Shantella, dead. Goldirocks in the hospital, the cops say she might live.
Mac Daddy was real dead.
They told me that if I had come back a couple of minutes earlier, I'd of ended up riddled with bullets like my friends.
I thought about how I had stood in line at the deli, the old lady in front of me was taking forever just to order and pay. I was cursing her stupid ass under my breath and thinking how the gray hairs are just taking up space and how I wished the dumb cow would get out my way already!
She saved my life.
I whispered to her, wherever she was, thank you and that I was sorry for what I thought and the way I acted.
What do I do now, I wondered.
I knew what Mac would say—"Get it up off the bed and get on with it!"
He was always saying that.
But I remembered something else that he told me a while back. It surprised me at the time and I didn't really understand it.
He had been sitting around drinking all day and out of the blue he looked at me and said, "Baby girl, the world puts us where it puts us, but you—" he pointed at me, it kinda scared me, "you could be somewhere else. For you, it could be something else."
"Sure, Daddy, sure," I said, and poured him another drink.
Now, sitting in the dark, alone and scared and wondering what to do, I realized—it was time for something else.
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