https://youtu.be/QsXsfrk06-I This film isn't for the squeamish. It is vampires without any of the window dressing or frills. It is, oddly, the most elegant inelegant film, I've ever seen. I think, for me, it is likely that I'd have never said another word about this film after the first time I viewed it, if … Continue reading Near Dark
"It is always night, or we wouldn't need light." Thelonious Monk Some twenty-six years ago, I began writing down, collecting, quotes in a journal. One of the first entries is "There is a woman at the beginning of all great things." ~Alphonse Lamartine. I think I found that one on a tea tab for some … Continue reading It is Always Night, Or We Wouldn’t Need Light
It’s Me, Pearl. An Ode to Janis Joplin It’s never me, it’s you, except that it’s always me, it has never not been me, it has never not been some glaring inadequacy of me, when at my best, it was me, unintentionally, making everyone else feel bad, about whatever they weren’t, because my own inadequacies … Continue reading It’s Me, Pearl.
Some of my favorite fall foliage pictures from years gone by.
From the outside looking in, former beauty queen Loralee Montgomery has everything she ever dreamed of, a sprawling Texas ranch, two grown kids, and a wealthy husband. But when greed sinks its clutches deep into the soul of a man, there's no telling what he might do to keep what is his, or … Continue reading Loralee, Available on Amazon
https://youtu.be/D4dHr8evt6k "I'm out a luck, out a love Gotta photograph, picture of Passion killer, you're too much You're the only one I want to touch I see your face every time I dream On every page, every magazine So wild and free so far from me You're all I want, my fantasy.." … Continue reading Photograph…
Oh the things I dare not share, my want to tell you of, A longing in my heart, such is this love, Poetically accursed though it might be, I wonder is your longing such for me.
To speak of The Muse is to speak of The Ethereal, The Inspired. The walls shook with the sound of cascading thunder, the windows vibrating in their frames. In a burst of light, the panes became liquid beneath my finger tips, I watched the circles fan away from my touch in circle after circle become … Continue reading Muse.
Unlimited You know what a woman wants? A badass son of a bitch who can make the trip and still treat her like the most precious being on the planet. A man who’s really a gentleman, even if sometimes she doesn’t act like much of a lady. She wants a proper rescue. She wants gallantry … Continue reading Unlimited
The wanting of words let loose, wrapped around and back again, trailing into one another, not poetry but poetically realistic, to say, my toes are cold, I want to wear your socks, lay down next to you, feel your palm cool against this fever. Agony, wanting to be with you, in love, every day, … Continue reading Love Letters.
They bust the rusted meadows gate, wait the darkness for the dawn. They drink the stars, try to curse the moon, they wander on and on. They steal away the slipstream sleep and purge the soul with fire. They promise everlasting life and all that you desire. Vampire. ~Teri Skultety, January 22, 2012 … Continue reading Vampire…
Waking… May 10, 1994 The sweet smell of honeysuckle rested on an evening breeze outside the open window. Looking down the driveway to the street, in the dim glow of the footlights, I could almost see it. There was something dangerously familiar about it all. My head swam a little as I took a … Continue reading Honeysuckle.
How does one endure such distance? Is it true that you have grown to hate me? How would I know otherwise? As I am left with no more than the memory of a kiss so torturous it burns my very soul. Am I no more to thee than is a ball of string unto … Continue reading A Tangent to Hamlet.