Wednesday, February 22, 2012


Feb. 23, 2012

The Ageless at Heart
P.O. Box May You Never
Turn-The-Other, Cheek.

The smell of coffee, a grandfather clock; His Old Spice is enticing, but what that of his brother’s?

Caribbean clear eyes; youthful rouge cheeks. You are much too young for me. I can’t share my age with you.

You are the wiser, but my youth is piddling. Let it be.

Silently sorry,


Monday, February 20, 2012


"Time is our frenemy. It loves us as we grow, but we grow too fast. From the seed in the ground to the roots that latch down; we rise up from whence we're found." -AS-

Sunday, February 19, 2012

Bouncing in my head

Let my ear drums thump with new sounds. Rhythms; beats, inspire, transform me. Sweeter than the whistle as it softy blows, the wind sings. Music is the river of creativity. Let it flow throw my veins.

 - AS -

Friday, February 17, 2012


I pour my coffee from the pot; take a moment to savor the french toast.
It's 9 a.m.; classical music fills the air
And conversations are all around.
As I sit in my new favorite hole in the wall
I think, this feels good;
Sitting solo with my notebook.
And i think of you.
I dare not contact you and be rejected;
You made it clear there would be no friendship.
But I think, perhaps things have changed;
Time has aired our differences.
You look good and I'm doing fine.
Maybe we could have a conversation?
You'd really like this new coffee shop of mine. 

Friday, February 10, 2012

Wistful travels

Hello old foe.
I see you've just unpacked.
Care to stay long this time? Or have you more trains to ride.

I received the letters you placed neatly in my dreams.
Did you find mine?
I left them hidden beneath your wishes between regrets and new affairs, where I hoped you'd see them.

Come, you must be tired.
Rest your head upon my chair; forget all worries.
Call this home now.