Wellspring of Love

excerpt

“Whoops,” Rachael swept into the room, and headed for the
vacant chair. “Sorry, all.”
They had automatically looked up when she spoke, and now every
person around the table sat in stunned silence. Then the little girls
let their giggles erupt, and Bobby whooped, “Hey Rach, coooll! You
going to a costume bash? I thought you were heading for Lyssa’s”
“I am, moron.” Rachael stood with her hand gripping the back
of her chair, her chin thrust forward in defiance. Her blonde hair
was plastered to her head by a wide purple headband, and strings of
rainbow coloured beads drooped over a loose white blouse and a dark
flowing skirt that reached to her ankles. A multi-coloured shawl,
thrown carelessly over her shoulders, completed her outfit, making
the 16-year-old appear almost unrecognizable to her gaping family.
“Where,” Tyne asked when she found her voice, “did you get those
clothes?”
Rachael’s pretty face turned red and her lips tightened. “Lyssa
gave them to me.”
Morley cleared his throat. “Gave them to you, or loaned them? In
either case they are going back to her, young lady.”
“Aww, Dad. Everyone’s wearing things like this. They’re … well,
they’re hip.”
“You heard me, Rachael. Go take them off. We’ll start dinner
without you.”
“Please, Dad, I don’t have time. Lyssa will be here any minute, and
I’ve got to eat first.”
“Then we’ll invite her in,” Tyne said quietly, “and she can wait for
you or have dinner with us.”
Rachael groaned but made no move from where she stood behind
her chair. Bobby caught her eye. “Just do something, Rach, before I
starve to death.”
“All right, that’s enough.” Morley had everyone’s attention. “Just
this once, Rachael, you may wear these clothes if you give me your
word you are only going to the Harrisons’.”

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He Rode Tall

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He was shocked when Cindy answered the door. She looked
gorgeous. He had always thought she was a strikingly beautiful
woman, but now she was something else. She was absolutely
drop-dead gorgeous. Come to think of it, it was the first time that
Joel had seen her wearing a dress. Her dress was fetching, and
those legs never seemed to end—Joel hoped it wasn’t the last
time he saw her in a dress.
“Hello Joel,” Cindy welcomed him to the house. “Come in,
silly, just don’t stand there, gawking.” She grabbed his hand
pulled him into the house. After a warm welcoming hug she
kissed him on the cheek.
Reaching forward with the bouquet of wild flowers that he had
picked that afternoon in the hills up behind the ranch house, Joel
mumbled something that seemed to resemble “hello.”
“Oh, they look great. How did you know that wild flowers are
my favorite? Thank you. Come into the kitchen while I put them
in a vase. I have supper in the oven. Sit down. Our meal should be
ready in an hour or so.”
Joel couldn’t sit down. Right now, he only wanted one thing, and
that was Cindy. He approached her from behind as she worked at
the kitchen counter preparing the flowers. He reached around her
just as she turned. Cindy’s lips welcomed his own and they kissed
for the very first time. It was a magical feeling as their bodies intertwined
into something that quickly surpassed a kiss.
Then, Joel’s question of “Where is Lila?” was answered with a
whispered response of “She’s at her grandmother’s house for the
night.” With that, Cindy took Joel’s hand and led him down the
hallway to the bedroom. “Come here, cowboy. I need you.”
Joel had experienced some pretty hot sex in his life, but nothing
like this. This was so hot that he thought he could smell the
heat from what felt like their spontaneous combustion.
“Oh my God, the roast!” screamed Cindy as she jumped out of
bed and raced for the kitchen. Returning a few moments later
with a giggle, Cindy declared everything under control and
climbed back into bed. Dinner could wait.

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Titos Patrikios – Selected Poems

Guard House

The last soldiers pass by hurriedly.
The backgammon,
at the guard house by the Gate,
was left open with the game half-finished.
For so long you never exchanged a handshake.
Only a stolen cigarette
or you counting and recounting the months.
The first, he says, is to get used to the boots,
the warm water in the middle of summer.
The stains aren’t clearly visible
in the chaki blankets.
Opposite the camp, something like a café
and cars going to unreachable directions.
“And him, got married soon after his release”
at the far end, something that resembled a city.
Nothing is clearly visible in the chaki uniforms;
and you count and recount the years.

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Chthonian Bodies

Ancientry
I the first man
laid the woman
onto this grass
image lustful and
tender that conquered
my soul
ebb of land vision of trees
with their soft whispers
smoothening my inexperience
when initially
I smelled her horny mound and
fell into its cave
like a cape into the sea
life is ours
my beloved
I said and
time has come to adhere
to the Great command
procreate and fill the earth
with your sweat
as it was wished by our forefathers
as it was written on our tablets

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Herbert Spencer

Herbert Spencer, English polymath…