Learning a New Dance

they used to leap around and prance it always was the same old dance
they tied their feet onto the floor and moved the way they did before
but then
They thought about a new romance and maybe learn another dance
to sway and swing with something more Then dance the way they did before
They thought about a different tune the music from the rising moon swelling from the coral sea
the beating heart, the melody
the dance unleashed, the feet set free the swaying possibility

Recent Posts

Living and Writing in the Tropics

As a writer now living in the tropics, I sometimes wonder how I ever got here. I often feel something similar while writing a novel or long story, banging on the keys for hours. I begin to imagine myself a kayaker moving fast down a river that shrinks into a creek and...

The Rush of Time

Why must time always rush away? Why can’t it be captured, grand emotions replayed? A photo, a fragment, a scent one inhales, So brave is an artist who tries hard and fails; When memories are lost with all their details, Why must time always rush away? Why must time...

The Garage Renaissance Movement

Why do we spend so much time beautifying our homes yet allowing our garage to look so bloody ugly? A few years back, we bought an older home in the Australian tropics on picturesque Clifton Beach. The house was nice but the floor of the garage was oil and paint...

At least I’m Sweat’n free

It’s a craze we do up here while we’re drink’n beer and sweat’n dream’n bout the air being dry, when the heat’s not so upset’n cause when I wake up in the morn, I’m slimy wet from head to foot and when I’m sit’n on the throne, I keep a’slide’n off the toot Yes, I can...

The Revival of the Bigot’s Creed

While researching The Woman Left Behind, I had to deep-dive into my memory and the memories of others to retrieve stories about Greeks escaping their poor villages in search of a new life, money, and sometimes just adventure. Their arrival into the USA during the...