ANCESTORY

I come from good people. I always wanted a brother, until the day I realized if I got one he’d be a pest. That’s why this picture of my father and his brother as little boys is so funny. Dad’s wearing a play suit and a bowler sun hat turned up around the brim and his brother is head and shoulders taller beside the Island house. The sunlight always looks so brilliant, almost forced, as if it had the ability to burn the paper they used the print the old deckle edged photographs. It must have been necessary to give the film to the attendant down at the general merchandise store and tell him how many prints you wanted and wait a week or more for the development. A week didn’t seem like too long to wait for your pictures. I waited a long time for my brother. They never […]

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Second Tango

Tangos are danced in threes. The first an introduction. The second an unspoken vocabulary. Shall we? ♥ Tango One Hundred Twenty Five Once I saw you I could not forget. Love is eternal, created in a moment as life itself and living over time, but unlike life of flesh and blood, this life is spirit and lives without fear of disappearance. Tango One Hundred Twenty Six Let him be the high altar. Let me be the nave. Let him be the main entrance. Let me be the door by which the penitent comes to sit at the back of the sanctuary and says, “Have mercy upon me, a sinner.” Let me be anything in the cathedral of your love. Let me enter the house of God. Tango One Hundred Twenty Seven My darling, let me hold you. Your soul is mine. Do not fear sharing it with God and the love of […]

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Tango

“I find in life we get what we need most when we need it most.” Julie – The Tango Room   1 It proved difficult to find. Three times I passed on foot before the door appeared set back surrounded by an ivy covered wall. Entering, I beheld an angel. 2 “We try to decorate,” she said. “Saturday nights we have a social gathering. We dress. It really is a family.” Yet, if every wall were barren, every color drab, the atmosphere, the expectancy of ecstasy in motion would be here. The room, this empty room exuded promise. “Last weekend,” she said, “we had eighty people.” 3 “Not the legs. Not the arms,” he said. “With your body. So. Is this clear?” Then he began. Always with the understated elegance of a gentleman, un gentilhombre one might say. “You see, just so.” Teaching with a fine internal line of rhythm, […]

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One Hundred Roses

One Hundred Roses

Ninety-Seventh Rose Yes, my arms have held her. Yes, my eyes have lingered on her form. Yes, my thoughts have spiraled up and down the length and yes, the shapeliness of her. Yes, I forsook every other blossom and chose the rose.  

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