Always, Mr. Rickman. Always.

The first film I ever saw Alan Rickman in was "Sense and Sensibility" and from the minute he walked into the room he stole my heart. Just the way he looked at Marian, his lips slightly parted and his eyes full of tender awe, made me push Mr. Darcy back into the lake and never... Continue Reading →

Among the Graves

I’ve developed a recent fascination with graveyards. As morbid as that sounds, in an odd way they’re utterly beautiful. The air today smells of grass and approaching autumn; cool and sharp with a hint of falling leaves. It's quiet, a fact simultaneously chilling and comforting. Just the wind in the trees and the twittering of... Continue Reading →

Anna

The day’s fading fast now. Your dreaming won’t keep. I take hold of your hand as you're falling asleep. Since you can’t wait up for me, you go on upstairs, And keep the covers warm darling, I’ll join you there. When we said I do I knew how it would be. You’ve been awake twenty... Continue Reading →

The Ancient Willow

A while back, I wrote up a post entitled What Good is a Roll Without Butter? about my dear brother-in-law Jonathan and how we composed a poem over the course of two days via text message. Another while back, my husband, brother-in-law, and I were out on a jaunt in the little ol' white Honda, and composed... Continue Reading →

Thanksgiving Carnage: A Sonnet

I see you laying there flat on your back, Your limbs splayed out against a metal slab. Unclothed, exposed, cold skin and muscles slack, Hands poke and pull and nip and tuck and grab. Your innards are removed and in their place, Some cruel heart replaces them with fluff. With brush in hand they paint your pallid face,... Continue Reading →

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