Black shark glides through blue heavens. Torpedo in the sky pierces. The tower explodes billows of orange. Four deadly missiles launched that clear Tuesday morning in September. Four generous and trusting planes, pregnant with fire-eager fuel. Four passenger lists – mostly ordinary people and 18 ruthless, cold fanatics. Four hits: 8:48 - World Trade Center,… Continue reading Earthquake in the Sky
Crowds come, he speaks, we cast out spirits, heal. As a career move I could have done worse. Mobility is upward here, I feel for I'm the one he chose to keep the purse. But he attracts the common, sick and poor, his teachings contradict, they don't make sense: First shall be last? Great riches… Continue reading Career Move
Welcome to the Country Airport, also called the Loveless Hotel Would you care for something to drink? Ultramarine or Blue for their colors passing through us? Fire aged by Rosicrucian in the basement? Perhaps a light hors d’oeuvres on the funny side, or otherwise something more substantial – unholy sonnets or serious concerns? Our specials… Continue reading Welcome
"I don't want to pray," slap words sting from my four-year-old daughter. How have I millstoned God to her so she won't bring her earaches to Him? I remember "Are you saved?" evangelistic, zealous aunt cornered me, seven. Next time she visited, I hid. Jesus is different His words a compelling beckon lure-and-bait questions irresistible… Continue reading I Don’t Want to Pray
In Krause's fields the berries lie 'neath Fraser Valley's June-blue sky. They fantasize a fate of fame on platter for M'sieur, Madame: "Discriminating -- come and buy! "Or if you ring us round, a pie with glistening glaze to glorify we're fine with that, or set in flan," from Krause's fields. July sun swelters... "Hear… Continue reading Berry Season
Their luscious flesh is over-rated Dripping juices leave you sated But an hour -- then stale-dated Past the prime is garbage fated. Though my plumpness has caved in My form encased in wrinkled skin Still, concentrated flesh can win At sweetness over tree-branch kin. Young sisters ripen in the sun Flaunt roundness but to me… Continue reading Dehydrated
The day Daddy died I found myself alone in the farmhouse and I was like Samson when he awoke to Delilah’s “The Philistines are on you!” Then the ropes of new habits – weighing 3 oz. of tuna, 2 oz. of cheese apportioning rice, or potatoes or pasta in meager ½ cup servings, eating my… Continue reading The Day Daddy Died
Essence of spring drifts from the sticky buds, Robin’s lively lilt now wakes me early. Under the clouds, crocuses clutch a tight bouquet. Humming lawnmowers are summer’s elevator music. Robin’s lively lilt now wakes me early, The smell of sun screen seeps through all my clothes. Humming lawnmowers are summer’s elevator music. Fruit stand has… Continue reading Calendar
Gravel path separates sea and beach houses – enticing castles with great glass vistas, rustic arbors porticos of stone sheltering lazy loungers, chairs in conversation. Protected by moats – gardens, outlined in stone, brick, white picket, brown cedar, rounded shrubs smooth as shaved heads, filled with green velvet and planters spilling daffodils, pansies, sprays of… Continue reading On Crescent Beach
I take my walk just in time under the frowning sky, share the green with black crows and white gulls. They graze while I ponder should I give it up this tinkering with words that pilfers time from creased shirts and dusty corners? There’s little coin to justify hours spent and what will be its… Continue reading I take my walk just in time
Violet Nesdoly 