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The WomanThe woman from whom dishonor birthed is proud and strong, of middle years yet still attractive. She stands in her well-appointed, lovely apartment still in her business suit from her work filled life. She stands at her polished clean shining granite kitchen counter's surface, her day's mail spread before her unopened. Her polished nails dance a rapid rhythm, and then stop as she looks out the nearby window. There is something in the air that sets her nerves on edge and her perfectly painted face shifts into a frown. She pulls the cream white vase of flowers to her and leans her nose close to take a breath and to see which of these must go. The vase is returned to its proper place and she lifts her chin a bit, to sample more carefully what scent it is. She turns and walks to her living space, where guests sometimes rest and chatter politics over drinks; her nose is her concentration now and she's following a trail. Her us

Bits and Pieces … of Me

I've told small pieces of me and my history to the public, to you who read these words now; others, who I have been closer with, have more of it all, the filled in details of who what and how. There are the pieces I've written and told in comments "Short True Stories" gossamer threaded bits of fluff, sometimes cruel, sometimes soft touched. There are the Stories from My Life, the one with the knife, the one wishing for ending, the two important books read that led me to an understanding.

There are the poetic works I've spoken to you, to your eyes or with your breath, of love and anger, of desire, and of my deepest lust. There are the longer woven pieces of fiction where are kept, how I see and Memory Mansion within, those I have loved and then have wanted and become. The struggle always becomes "Is she new and different, not m

. how can I keep anything .. how can I keep anything .

White, softer white, black and bruised deeper than black, there over there is a brush wash of indigo, and watercolor splatters of grey; drip drop drip four five six and mirror shine on black am I a blur distort twist splash and white with running blue bleeding now and in a blend and air brushed sprays of cooled violet arrays. Dip yet again close your eyes with mine and surprise open wide for soiled white; white on grey behind verticals of furnace black solid shine on the left hand side and hold my hand for just a leap the feel of red where none it's hidden but glows beneath and let me go, just walk alone there's more verticals in falling longs like charcoal shadows. Night on white; smile and laugh, hear echoes come back

. expiration .

. expiration .
Cast aloft in counterpointe
I am freed and float
White and pure falls about
Slowed in cold's embrace
Touch again your gentle face
Held apart spare lines
Grey'd details lost to time
Blurred slice as each decline
Sister's love our blood let sleets
Fated dour concubine
Wintered tug my fractured grace
Chill soul pressed abeyance
Expiration breath's recline.
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