Without Words – Haiku 2023 #ThursdayDoors

speaking without words pouring water from its cup; oral traditions *** The Door of the Apostles, Valencia Cathedral, Spain (A.D. 1238) is the secondary entrance to the Cathedral famous for housing what some believe to be the legendary “holy grail” (the cup that Jesus reportedly used at the Last Supper.) The featured door was onceContinue reading “Without Words – Haiku 2023 #ThursdayDoors”

Ochre – A Poem in Free Verse #W3 52

Pain bears one’s soul its role, tilling the soil, a towering visitor sprouting in life’s arbor, blossoming tares, bottling tears, at midnight’s hour. But into the larder, hope: never the gardner ever the gatherer kneads sorrow’s ointment into contentment’s loaf baking it with enough indelible flour for evening vespers and at Dawn’s ochres. ~~~~ InContinue reading “Ochre – A Poem in Free Verse #W3 52”

Jetfuel, A Sunday Story – Chapter 8

Chapter 8 Tilting her maple-leaf logo mug, Neroot savored the last drops of her coffee. Then, staring squarely at Bobby, aka Angel One, on a hunch, she said, rising promptly from the overstuffed Ikea sofa in his hotel suite: “Well, I thank you, Footman, for saving my life earlier; however, I best go it aloneContinue reading “Jetfuel, A Sunday Story – Chapter 8”