The Crows

The crows. Early morning’s vultures.
Assaulting the barely awaken minds of mortal men.Cross the crows the elders said.

The crows taught man the burial rights.
The art of departure.

The noir bird of prey
scavenger of modern metropolis
wreck havoc in us

Oh the entropy of man
Dismantle life as we know it
send us back
to the cave…
the berries
the fossil record
to Lucy and Eve
to the true us.

The Unlikely Pilgrimage of Harold Fry – A Review

If one has a goal and works to get it, the universe will conspire to help him achieve it.

Harold Fry, 65, retired sales person at a brewery. He walks over 500 miles from the south of England to the North to visit a dying former coworker. A 21st century pilgrimage.

Queenie Henessey. In a hospice. Cancer ridden. Sends Harold a letter and this letter accompanied by a sense of guilt triggers Harold’s Odyssey.

Maureen Fry. Married to Harold. English and proper. Life and events lead to a schism with Harold and this pilgrimage and journey may help put things in their right place.

Harold Fry, is an endearing character. You would not want to leave him after meeting him.

The writing is beautiful and poetic. An eye for details in flora and fauna.

There was a lot of minor characters. Some were there for a brief sentence or a paragraph. I wish there was less of them and more focus on Harold and his struggle to reach the end point.

The Coward

Death is not courageous
Death is coward. Stealing slowly
behind you.. tip toes on a polished marble floor
A black robe.. a dark horse.. a grim reaper diva
death is weak as weak as water

The things they left behind
a broken toothbrush on the street
a pack of used rubber
a pair of soiled underwear
a dried dog turd on the pavement
utter silence in the face
in the face of a broken god

Claudine … A Review



Title: Claudine

Author: Barbara Palmer

Publisher: Penguin Canada

Maria Lantos is a post grad Yale student researching illicit 18th-century literature. She’s become exceptionally well-versed in the narratives of classic erotic fantasy.

She’s also Claudine, an in-demand escort specializing in sexual role play for an elite clientele. Anonymous. Satisfying. And discreet.

Until the tenuous separation between her worlds starts to crack. It begins with the murder of a stranger. Where it leads is to two men who will test Maria’s limits of control and awaken her own sexual desires.

As her private nights bleed into day, Maria will discover the dangerous places that extend beyond the imagination, and secrets no longer consigned to the dark.

This is my first review of an erotic thriller. Thanks to Penguin Canada for this opportunity.

Maria Lantos is a Yale postgrad student during the day, and a sexual role playing escort for the rich during the night. An elaborate one night stands costum to her customers fantasies and needs. A globe trotting young female who can spend one day on a yacht in Cannes another evening as a flesh and blood reproduction of La Grande Odalisque.

One man falls between the cracks and starts to shatter her life both personal and professional. He is obsessed with Maria and her alter ego Claudine. He knows a lot about her past and present. Her life in an orphanage in communist Romania and her being adopted by Jewel and Milne the ambitious young idealistic lawyers two decades ago.

Her business manager Andrei does his very best to protect Maria from her world collapsing on her. He acts as a guardian angel and a close friend.

The sex scenes are interesting and as I mentioned they are custom made. Each one is special and different. It reflects the taste and fantasies of each man or men. Some were theatrical, elaborate and very expensive and some were simple and everyday fantasies. They were graphic and vivid and highly erotic.

Claudine is a standalone novel. The reader gets a well written plot that keeps you on the edge of your seat or bed. It is well researched and realistic.

I enjoyed reading this novel and would recommend it to any one interested in this genre.

The Pool

She just swam forever.. countless laps across the circular tiled pool.
Sun turning to night
the moon turning to day
endless time on an infinite plan

She leaves the pool
ascend from the aqua into terra

As her body leaves the pool
all she can see around her
are heads… bloody dead heads
chopped like plastic dolls
an eternal smile on their faces
etched forever

a smile that lasts forever..


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