Memory can be false. I always remembered the quote as “music can soothe the savage beast.” William Cosgreve, English poet and playwright, actually said, “Music hath charms to soothe a savage breast, to soften rocks, or bend a knotted oak.”
Our waiter looked significantly at us. In a slight Spanish accent he said, “this is Ignacio your Wine Steward. He will be helping you choose your wine this evening.” We were celebrating my seventy first birthday at Tramanto at Vidanta’s Riviera Maya resort. Tramanto is open only in the evening and only from Thursday to...
I knocked, knocked, knocked on her door. But she didn’t answer. I waited while reading a travel brochure titled What To Do In Digby County. Ten minutes passed. I left. Went next door to the Farmers Market. Bought a bottle of white wine. Annapolis Highland Vineyards Seyval Blanc. Only 15 bucks (10 USD). Came back....
MOON DANCE Her voice it sings. She of dewy lips, scented passions fire, bathed in silver lunar light. With dread. For that distant call stirs ungentle memories. It enchants and unresistant I move to peel away sanity’s thin veneer. Against my cheek again I feel the fiery breath. Nostrils flare to the familiar scent of...
It is 4 in the morning. I am listening to the rain piss down on the stone tiles outside my room. The balcony door is open a foot and the 27 degree Celsius, muggy tropic air wafts in. I have been awake since 2 a.m. And, IT is happening again. IT being the return of...
