Floral Skirt

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1. pistil [the female reproductive part of a flower. The pistil, centrally located, typically consists of a swollen base, the ovary, which contains the potential seeds, or ovules; a stalk, or style, arising from the ovary; and a pollen-receptive tip, the stigma, variously shaped and often sticky.]

2. stamen [a stamen is a male reproductive organ of a flower. It produces the pollen. The stamen has two parts: the anther, and the stalk. The stalk is also called the filament.]

3. arabesque

4. skirt

5. socket

6. measure

7. loop

8. simmer

9. granny knot [The granny knot is a binding knot, used to secure a rope or line around an object.]

10. clutch

11. reverse

12. dawdle

Slowly, I dawdle down the dark street. My lone measure is a skirt. Loops of flowers, touching stamen and pistils. Arabesque lines clutching each other like granny knots. Eye sockets simmer as I take measure of its movements.

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This a Good Time to go Somewhere

My wife and I have a traveling problem. While I’m working, time and money are always a complication. Fortunately, there are airline price wars that have started. Of course, to where? Hawaii, Mexico, and Florida have great plane ticket prices. But Frontier and Spirit are pushing deals all over US.

Ok. I’m off to Puerto Vallarta. All inclusive, oceanfront room with air for about $1500 (5days/4nights) for 2 in a 3 star place. Last week the airfare was over $500 a piece! Why Puerto Vallarta? Price, swimming beach, never been there, really warm around Halloween,…

The original idea was Cabo San Lucas or Cancun. These were between $1600 to $1800 for 5 nights. Cabo offers less choices and no swimming beach. But plenty of water available with tours. For some random reason the flights arrived late and left early. Which costs you beach or excursion time! Tourism requires a little pre-planning.

But if you live East of Mississippi River, you can get great deals. Mexico a thought..Try planning a flight to Atlanta, Miami, or Tampa than find a vacation package from there to Cancun, Riveria Maya or Cabo San Lucas. When I lived in Ohio, a $70 flight & $90 hotel to Atlanta saved $500 on trip to Cancun. Of course New York or Chicago may offer deals as well.

If you lack passport or think speaking the local’s language is necessary, St Pete Beach has good fall prices for hotels (compared to Spring rates). Tampa had a nice sized airport and car rentals aren’t bad to deal with. Florida stays warm and had less tourists in fall.

Hawaii flights were $555 a piece to Honolulu (fron Pheonix, a moderate priced airport). Hotels are plenty but lower price means walking to beach a few blocks. I found decent rated Aston Waikiki Circle hotel that was $160/night (but $25 resort fee/night). Reviews tell of ocean views from most rooms. Waikiki hotels all have parking issues with added fees and available places. You should try to reserve a parking place before you get there! Yes, I’m serious. 750,000 people wedged between an ocean and three mountains makes space a premium. The beach will make you forget this. You can walk to a lot of shopping and restaurants. Maybe plan daily car rentals for trips out. Plan to get up at 6 AM to get tickets for a specific time to your Pearl Harbor or buy tour online before going to Hawaii.

Recently, traditional airlines have decided to take on the budget carriers for fall. If you thought about a trip somewhere, look this weekend. Sunday is not best day to price check airfare. Try Saturday or Monday mornings or afternoon for best prices and choices. Budget carriers have all kinds of deals. It may be Frontier thru Denver, for example, but the rates to smaller airports can be cheaper than gas to drive. My in-laws paid $79 for both to fly from Atlanta to Pheonix on Frontier. Tickets were bought 10 days in advance. So last minute maybe available cheap.

Enough reading, get out there! The world is waiting to show you something. Don’t let someone else steal your memories!

Jealousy

Cold fingers slowly squeezing

Breath of life from within

Desire for everything deserved

Acceptance never an option

Insatiable want steeps the soul

There are no cures fittingly

They wouldn’t be good enough

Or plentiful in the nice things

Cast by insecurity within wax

The hollow shell, all that remains

A life lived by envy and greed

if only being human was enough

The Tree

The wind cuts across the open field. An old oak stubbornly resists. Its yields a deep shaking of its leaves bristling against the change. A darkness curls up from the roots. Bitter tannin flavors the breeze as it passes by.

The foul smell carries upward. Bits of grey rolling into long low clouds. The sky and Sun try to resist. The steady breeze keeps flowing. And darkness fills the air.

A second wind grows steady beneath it’s grey shield. Unseen hands cast rain in fierce waves toward to unsuspecting ground. The other trees curl away fron the onslaught. Flowers bow their heads. Even the dirt dances about trying to hold ground.

Still the oak sways it’s branches. The storm feeds upon the ancient bark. Sinister lightning bolts feast upon its bark. Dark spirals dig into it’s sides. The bark frays. Sparks swirl about the grand oak. Slowly it’s leaves start to join in a willo-wisp. Green leaves change to brown. Leaves rise to form blind in which its source can no longer be seen.

Dampness and mustiness fill a third and final wind. The downdraft spills forth the brown leaves upon the world. They tumble and bounce. Everything they touch pales a little at a time. Their only means is to bring the great change. Scouring the world of color in a final flash before the whiteness resets the Earth for another season.

I look up from Grandpa’s tater-torn book. His Oak tree stands a few hundred feet in the distance. I could allows sense it held more than leaves. For years I believed these words to be true. The origin of storms incarnated into physical beings that never damaged. Even when the pitfalls leaves fell, brown ones filled in the next day.

I make a long journey in my heart to lay the ashes of the very soul who watched over this miracle tree. In my mind, I can see him making the journey 70’s years ago. Someday, it will be me being carried. As long as the tree stands, there will be stories of the magic within.

The Tides

Tides wash away the day

Flotsam and jetsam of tomorrow

Awaiting to meet sand of yesterday

My thoughts like lagan lay buried

Churning seas push and pull at them

Still the tide wash away the day

Dreams like whitecaps ripple

Appearing here then there

Like illusions I long to hold

I watch them drift away

Yet still the tides wash away the day

Yesterday gives me place

Resting here I replay days

Beyond me hope floats

Riding waves free to move on

But still the tides wash away the day

*flotsam (floating debris) & jetsam (subsurface debris) are joined by lagan (sunken debris) here

Missing

“Did you notice a girl? She ran be this way… maybe an hour ago.” Barry looks at his diminutive counterpart.
His eyes notice the old house. Great spidling detail with cracked flakes of paint that should have been white at one time.

“Seen noone, slick. It’s not where you turn a little piece run…. loose.” Sly spits out a watermelon seed. It beautifully arches ten feet landing on the toe of brand new white shoes.
Barry kicks toe clear of seed. “Its important. She isn’t the kind to be, well here.”

“You don’t like MY neighborhood?!” Sly sits up his fill four feet. He slips a knife through the watermelon. The blade slides effortlessly. A single stream of juice bleeds across the red table. But dark tiny eyes burn against Barry’s skin.

“Dude, just looking for my girl. I never spent time here. You circus people don’t seem to like…. My people being around. I feel the looks.” Barry standing slightly slumped. His back curls and he tries not to look normal. “Seriously, if you seen her..”

“You are what, a model? Us circus people are so judgemental. What would a normal girl do here? I’d love to have, say dinner with one like her.” Sly takes a napkin and wipes his mouth. The white napkin shows of his rudy hands with yellow nails.

“Did you see her?” Barry stands tall and steps toward the porch.

“See her?! We had mystery dinner tonite. It served twelve of us. I even had room for dessert.” Sly spits out a fingernail. The silver ombre tip catches the light. “Watermelon? It’s National Watermelon Day!”

“Is that what i think it is?!” Barry shakes.

“Genius it’s a watermelon!” Sly smiles a crooked smile.