Journey of Words

Tag: Love

  • Oyster

    A hotel in a small town at the foot of the Jura mountains, a small town just stretching over the frontier, a frontier that drew a line between domesticity at home and adventure abroad. With Christmas over and the sparkling street lighting gathered in for the foreseeable future, the worst of the weather arrived. Snow →

  • on faith

    fair weather friendshipsnever survive passing stormssunshine after rain ~ CLP 01/11/2021 →

  • Malta

    The wedding was held late on the Saturday afternoon. The church bright from the low sun beating through the open west door, was a place of calm reflection as the guests waited for the bride’s arrival. A wedding held after the bulk of the day has been spent by attendees swimming and sunbathing, followed by →

  • Red Flag

    About four years later, reviewing the collateral damage, (i.e. bewildered family, and bored friends), it was observed that the affair had been destined for the rocks from the beginning. With perfect hindsight it was obvious that, even without the clarity of passing time, the male protagonist would not have had to be a detective inspector →

  • Dog

    I used to get confused about where I was supposed to be living. Was I supposed to be living with the woman and the man, or the other woman and the other man? It was never resolved as far I was concerned. There seemed no rationale for the frequent and irregular shifts of location for →

  • Café

    If you’re ever in that city I can recommend a reassuringly French restaurant below the station. It was the one he’d thought of first having left the bookshop with a collection of short stories by Maeve Kelly. An uncertain pause at a crossing to scan for traffic, led him to spot the art-deco whorls, carved →

  • morning

    light eases across bedpulls back the winter duvetsolitude exposed ~ CLP 16/10/2021 →

  • on the beach

    at first sight oldolder than you and memuch olderWalking hand in handas we might from time to timein moments unconnected by conversation they stopped momentarilyso she could stoop to pick up a pebbleor a shell, or a flint, or to investigatea wave-shined glint of somethingthat caught her imaginationas he waited to be shown her find →

  • Sickle

    right in the handperfectly balancedas if part of my armslicing the airslicing my doubtsopening my skinbare to my heartopening me upletting light pour in ~ n.b. Yes, I believe. CLP 10/10/2021 →

  • no Moon

    this is when I feel it mostthe air thick with mistdesiccated leavesscratching at paving slabsfine webs strung between damp bladescovering verges except where disturbedby fungi pushing through to pour out spores by the milliontonight there is no lunar distraction just railway siding lights, street lights, traffic lights, headlights, crossing lightsred lights topping off a cranea →