(Response to Andrew Marvell's "To His Coy Mistress") If time fell shy of a normal passing, I would wish for love's long everlasting. We would sit and watch a twilight unfold, Or love's beginning, unsullied, unsold. You, sweet Lysander to my heart, I would Hold till the tide of eternity should Sweep us to our flower-strewn place of rest. Thus, you would attend … Continue reading To Her Misguided Lord
Monday, December 31, 2018 - Closing Out 2018 and Ringing In 2019 - Manama, Bahrain, Alfateh District City sounds: horns honking in any manner of meaning, long and angry, short and friendly, three short bursts followed by a long tone telling the person ahead to “get a move on,” clipped tones to jostle pedestrians and … Continue reading Manama-Na New Year
Sunday, December 30, 2018 - Unofficial Anniversary Dinner, Mohammed Noor Bokhari Restaurant - Manama, Bahrain Dusty road- leading to a mini-strip of culinary interests: Thai, Bahraini, …Starbucks? An uncertain entrance and stairs off to the right. A series of sink stalls peek from around a corner and a villa-esk dining hall welcomes us to have … Continue reading Born In The USA…?
Saturday, December 29th, 2018 - Official Anniversary Dinner at Wolfgang Puck’s inside The Four Seasons, Manama, Bahrain Women cast off their conservative robes and niqabs as they cross the bridge from the KSA. What was once fully covered, without even giving the imagination a chance at any hint of realism, comes out to play in … Continue reading The Ironically Named Four Seasons
People are coming out of a building - two women exit from a skyscraper in a large city. It’s mid morning and taxis are skittering by in a halt - jerk - slow - halt - slow - jerk type of rhythm. Neither seem too interested and head in separate directions. To the left leads … Continue reading Free Write Description
I knew I wasn’t supposed to be out. It was Monday afternoon, sunny, warm, laundry day. Mom would be mad, but I just couldn’t resist it. It was 3:30 and the high-schoolers were due at any time. With my books in hand (a worn out writing tablet, Julia Child’s “Mastering the Art of French Cooking,” … Continue reading Pavement
New growth over what was previously stripped bare. Charred remains, encircled protectively, rough hewn and eager. Crooked ages leaning on the young. Raw adolescents reaching toward the heavens, straight and narrow, as they only know how, neither leaning nor entwining, singular. Light and shadows sway beneath a flawless azure eternity. Peace in babbling life amidst … Continue reading Wesley Ramblings