Bang “Honey, you are doin’ a fine job.” “You’re the teacher.” “Yes I am and you’re doin’ a fine job.” She giggled, “a little modest are we?” she said as she wrapped her arms around his waist squeezing his butt. He grinned, “I am a good teacher. Why be modest about that?” She had herContinue reading “Winter Season”
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When the weather man says it’s hazy…
Winter Season
Mambo When he woke, she was gone. He looked everywhere for her. Then it dawned on him that he smelt coffee. By the coffee pot was a note, ‘went home to take a shower’. He called. “Hi there handsome,” it was as if she was singing to him. He couldn’t help but smile. “Hello beautiful.”Continue reading “Winter Season”
Tears: a haiku
Winter Season
“Are you testing my propriety, sir?” After Chet left, Oscar stood and extended his hands for Esther. She accepted them and he led her to the bedroom. His bedroom. Even though he was wearing his standard pj’s; a pair of athletic pants with a panther on them (the high school mascot) and a tee shirt;Continue reading “Winter Season”
Got nuts?
Winter Season
Everything I do is wrong Oscar was going through the motions of getting ready for bed but Esther wasn’t sure that he knew they were really happening. The doorbell rang. “Do you want me to get that?” Esther asked him. “Sure.” Did he say it or did he dream that he said it? He mustContinue reading “Winter Season”
Forget me not
*Bois d’ arc aka Lions Mane, A poetic conversation, 2024.
Winter Season
Text, text, text…… Since the time his mother called, he had turned off his phone. Esther was in the kitchen heating up some leftovers. “Look at this.” Oscar laid his phone on the table. He had ten missed calls from her, three from his sister-in-law, five from Doris (as if he would even call DorisContinue reading “Winter Season”
The Bra
We took a little trip. To the next town over. Just a little zip. ~ Do a little shopping. Some business hopping. ~ Birthday present and chicken wings on the menu. A girls evening ensued. ~ Mission accomplished. Homeward bound. We didn’t need a GPS or a blood hound. ~ On the side of theContinue reading “The Bra”