Jacque's Toast

We continued walking down the hill, it was dark now, having no real idea where we were. Cassius stopped into a corner bakery and got a baguette for .90 euros, we inquired politely as to the location of the closest Metro stop, and continued walking. We eventually took the metro, and at first we thought we would go back to the latin quarter, but then we decided we would just go somewhere else, another stop, and go to the Christmas markets we had passed in the taxi on the late night of our arrival. I think we ended up getting off at the latin quarter anyways and walking down the Seine, past Notre Dame to the Grand Palais and that is where the Christmas markets were happening. Really crowded, really festive and fun, good smells and good fun. Cassius got some hot wine, it was a bit too sweet for me, but he liked it. Then we walked back to the metro and got to the latin quarter, where we got a bottle of wine after much effort, and found a spot on the seine with our feet dangling. Th...

Unspoken softly, the smooth silent story  spills the secrets. The glow of the moon  reveals all, yet, starry skies tell lies in response to my cries. Cries of desire for someone dear to warm my heart. Begging, halt! thy conspire- I desire a fresh start. The seconds slip by, drip-drop into the sea, swishes fwish krrrrksh crescendos to the break, crux achieved through beads of raging glory. O hearken, heed, my angelic one: a spoken story of heaven and hell and of tolling bells; the beggars music, they tell. Who’s story must be tell'd, i sit  shivering shaking  sobbing in the cold, sipping slipping stripping goes tongue, mind  body, soul flies away, splinters, cascading oh slamming, into the shining sun, exploding her rays  staying until the day fades, But the night will not come. Share with me your heel of bread, a side of your bed, second skin you shed. I used to be one of you,  ...

(9/21/14) In the wanderings of western Ireland, during a weekend of staying with an Irish family, the Flynns, Roxy, their pup , tagged along on our walk and minded us just fine but until the end. In a bout of extreme excitement, she abandoned us to gallop at some cooped up chickens, causing the sincerest distress among them, and she was deaf to our cries to heed. Hearing the commotion, Farmer Michael came striding out of the house, old in the face but young and sturdy in heart, with weathered jeans brushing the tips of recently shined black laced shoes, plaid shirt tucked in and his strands of hair wasping on his head, coming down by his large but friendly ears and a bit on his lined forehead, but did not quite reach to his old, crinkly, smiling blue eyes, two glinting windows divided by a large quite purply red nose fixed to the middle of his face, below which rested a soft County Mhaigh Eo mouth, ready with a quip and quick to display a smile. He walked with an assured con...