We met on a train

Both heading toward Greece

She to a small town

Me to Thessaloniki


She’d said I’m her first American friend

An historic day

It was 2010


So personable, so much promise

I was impressed

With the Engineering student competing

Building robots with her team

So much younger than me but together

We were ageless


Around we went


To all the favorite student places

You see I’d chosen a place they loved to go

Not that I knew

I didn’t

But I found out the best to enjoy during my stay

Representing very well her home country and me


Everyone around the world should be this way

Differences between us all could not exist

They wouldn’t

Later she left for her connecting train

I walked her there

Ciao, Ciao

We’ve kept in touch till this very day


Yes, even now


I sat at a bistro like other Europeans

New found knowledge abound

A real part of them I am

Next to flower boxes looking across the street

Not the flower boxes looking but me; I’m doing the looking

At the sea



(There’s a better way to put that I don’t doubt. Maybe later I’ll figure it all out and edit this piece with my audience unawares. Though I told you won’t know when. What fun!)



On the street cars fly by

Lending a contradiction to the peace I can’t help but feel

Just beyond assorted boats dot the surface, making specs

On the border of the sky

Is that a battleship there, right there, look, straight ahead?


Do you see?


Interesting thoughts occur that this place knows

So much more than me, and that

Everywhere but my country is prepared for anything

Because of venerable experience

What they’ve been through, I know it would be


We’re young yet


A few days later at a new favorite café

It’s my turn to spend the moments before I board the train

To marvel one last time

At the unique scenery I will leave behind


Macedonian churches in the middle of buildings

Seeming out of place, but they were

Built long before these apartments existed

Before there were a trace, and now

Some look dilapidated, some are tall

Together they make an eccentric horizon

Eclectic taste

As if the streets were an elongated desk and churches

Were paperweights of monstrous size that

Anchor the buildings down; unmovable, strong, keeping leafs

From flying, held in place, tethered against any storm


A vision timeless where they belong

As I pull away

That will never leave my mind

In a private compartment I sit

Till the next country I arrive




Relaxing at a genuine bakery with a New York staple buttered roll, she began to, no not began but had to wonder what took her so long to realize it was there. Didn’t she believe it was real? She walked by it, read ‘bakery’ in the name each time. All other local cafés offered sweet junk, gooey iced scones – blasphemies! Of course the cappuccino had too much milk, but what Ruth could taste of the coffee wasn’t so bad. It sure wasn’t New York but she could make do for now.


“Wait. The prompt was ‘that’s democracy’ – now what…”





The Prompt is: “That’s Democracy”.



Happy Mother’s Day……


A blossomed flower, a spindly edge, hard decisions made unpopular, yet always giving life – I see so much in the photograph you’ve posted. A perfect choice!

Originally posted on SwittersB & Exploring:

Truly one of the most powerful forces on Earth and in Heaven…a Mother. Whether they are saint like perfect, flawed, often missing in action, a warrior doing her best…there is little doubt a Mother is a significant force in our lives. Today, I will toast my departed Mom, my Mother-in-law, my wife and all her sisters, who are moms. Enough said….bless the worthy Mothers of the past & present. Thank you!

clematis, garden, Portland, SwittersB

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We’ll Meet Again



Not a soul stirs

Except mine


No bustle


Lapping, boats creak

Far off gull-squeak

Not too many yet


Salt in the air


I could jump in

How far would I swim?

Into abyss that’d swallow me whole


No land in sight


Let a whale take me in

Shoot me out its spout

With glee I shriek


Till tomorrow, we’ll meet again


Whale song it tips out of sight

On crab cage steps

I climb onto the pier


Dripping wet


See you for dinner tonight

For now here I’ll sit

Feel the breeze blow my hair


Shhhh, they sleep yet






Today’s Prompt:

Like Grizzlies That Wake


In April it rains

Rivers flow, come alive

So do drains curbside

Rubber boot sales increase

Retail rejoices

In the practicality of

Designer styles that abound

Complement the wardrobe

If gaudy lends compliment

In its action alone

Walking, trudge-slosh along


Well, your feet are dry


Unless you’re a child

Versus puddles deep

Might not survive, still

The final argument with winter

April brings

Snow may weigh lilacs

One last time

Go ahead go outside

Wear your boots snap a shot

As the sun rises, shines

Warmth in the air it melts away


Winter’s destiny sealed to lose this fight



This week’s prompt is:



No Title Yet

“She sat in the café taking a break from reading. Watching the clock and checking the iPad Mini Trudy knew she’d have to get back to work soon. There was enough time though for another coffee so far resisting temptation to order food; after all there was plenty in the fridge and if she didn’t get to it she’d get to throw it away. Hard choices…”

What’s My Line



“I know who you are”


“Yes, you were in that movie!”

“What movie?”


He told me the name of the movie. When I realized what he was talking about I mentioned the actress.


“You think I’m her.”

“Yes! It’s you!”

“I’m not her.”


He became serious, and nodded. He just knew he knew my secret and I wanted to keep it that way so I could enjoy my visit in peace. (We’d been discussing the view and the Eye) I knew he’d tell his friends he’d met an actress no matter what I said.





The Prompt: a sculpture that can be seen at Cardiff Bay in Wales.