New Worlds

Ezra's Cousin is embarking on a new big, bold adventure. Details will be posted soon.

The Will of Wind

Aaaah the breeze that comes off of the sea. It will stay in my mind forever. So crisp, so true, so alive and almost ethereal. I never realized that something inanimate could be so alive.

As if it's the will of all of our thoughts and desires coming together in form. It pushes the beaded end of my neckwarmer back and than when it subsides, the bob swings back the other way. Like an offbeat pendelum. How funny.

Wind whip around me like a cold blanket, but one that soothes my soul.

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Into Time...the Glimpse

How fondly I used to sit at that window. No matter the season, the day, the hour. The outside world seemed to pass by, and it did in a sense. However what I gleaned from my observations, to me, meant to much more than actually taking part in goings on of the day to day.

Mother sensed my need to broaden my sensibilities, she encouraged me to go out, become a part of, instead of a watcher of. What she did not understand is that it was really the other way around. I am the one living, they are simply a part of my entertainment. As real as Punch and Judy puppets.

One day, a little boy looked up at the window. He was playing with his ball and it bounced away. How odd for him to look up I thought, it's surely not as if the ball bounced all the way up here. Look he did, in fact he stared. I know what he was thinking. He was saying to himself, look at that woman staring out of that window at me. Or is she a woman, could she be a mannequin? Or perhaps a large puppet? --- So I waved, just a small movement of my hand, but enough to let him know what he saw was real. --- I waved and he blinked and than ran away, still looking for his ball.


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Over the Grove

She put here mouth to the glass, and than pulled back. Sensing the wine, and capturing all of it's flavors and essences before ever tasting it was simply crucial. Not only to the connoisseur but to the poet; and while she was no wine expert she did know a thing or two about prose.

Finally she sipped, a teeny, bit, than some more, and finally nearly a full mouthful. It was good, she wasn't even sure what it was, but it was good, she knew that. Was that a hint of ...raspberry? Startled she looked down into the glass as if it held the answer for her. Turning around she went to search for the bottle, she had to see the label. There it was, over there on the wooden table. Before she could reach it though, Tomaso, stepped out onto the terrace.

"No need. Along your tongue to figure it out, let it explore the sensations, allow your tastebuds to work and to grow in learning subtle textures. You do not need to be an expert, you simply need to fully understand your taste range."

She wanted to say "yes but, I was only trying to figure out what was in it. Saying this however seemed trite, perhaps stale, or even under ripe. So she simply turned to Tomaso with the snack board in hand and gesturing her head toward it's little delectables said to him: "Olive?"

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Tango Darling

If music be the food of love, play on.
~ Shakespeare,Twelfth Night Act 1, scene 1, 1

Aaaah the sound of The Tango. Teetering on raucousness, yet always smooth in it's delivery. Just like a lover with glossy beguiling words.

Convincing my lovely Sonia that dancing anything else would be to stand in complete irreverence to the art form of dancing, seems to have no meaning to her.

Oh my dear Sonia! Can't you feel, can't you see, won't you tremble. This is the Tango!

Oh but she is swaying to the samba even now, she is challenging the Cha Cha and even warming to the Waltz! Sonia my beloved, What of Vida Mia on the day we felt jolly and light of heart, our performance to Te aconsejo que me olvides, did that me nothing to you?

Sonia what will you have me do? Will my recourse be to find another dancing partner?



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Dilly Dally Dolly

"Dolly oh Dolly, yoo hoo are you in here, Dollly"

"I'm in the bedroom Leena putting on my new dress, the one the color of Pewter, Oh Leena can't wait for you to see this, it's beautiful."

Dolly you sure it deserve working as hard as you do for old Mister Pinthrope at the dime store, he can be such a beast sometimes can't he?!"

"Oh yes, I do think he's a lamb though, on the inside that is" --- "Leena no need to laugh that hard!"

"Yes there is! What are you sweet on him or something? And for Pete's sake when are you coming out of that room?"

"Okay, okay, are you ready?"

"Dollllllly!"

Dolly sprinted out in her usual pixie manner.

Leena stood back with her mouth open, "Why Dolly it's just lovely, just lovely, all those little flaps and such, it's very YOU, and I have the perfect little hat to go with it, a present for you, to thank you with all the help you gave me with the wash on Sunday. I made it hope you like it."

"Leena it's wonderful! I'll put it on right now."

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