Critique

"When you write, my dear,

write either for yourself

or for your audience.

Words are little pictures."

See the clever man?

"You do have talent.

Images. And sense

of rhythmic flow.

But what exactly is

your goal?" Watch

the video: she curls

as if in utero.

"But if you want

to publish"...Yes?

"There's far to go."

RUN AWAY HOME

Wart's Haunt

...reaction formation to last entry

Did you ever let your lover

See the stranger in your eyes?

Journeying

Bellied up to the short end of the bar or in a singles' chat room, a woman who is ready meets that gem of the one-leg-shy half of humanity, the male who has experienced either a multitude of sorrows or a few profound losses. This man with the deep engaging eyes is not any longer King at War in his own country. He no longer has anything to prove but is thrilled at the prospect of everything to learn. His Princess Bride betrayed him years ago (at about the time he mysteriously lost interest in her anyway). He wouldn't mind having a new princess with whom to explore the remnants of his Kingdom (and kingdoms beyond). But he isn't into queen making and he's tired of the sword play required to gain approval from her royal family, her handmaidens, her mother's former suitors, her father's future pall bearers, all that.

The discerning woman who is ready to meet this man knows that very little is required of her: no gamesmanship; no competitive spirit, no struggle. Only her authentic efforts in communication, honesty, discernment, proportion, and affection, served warm with a dollop of humor--all that she has been longing to give for quite a long time now.

If this singular man and this special woman were by chance to meet, say, as two "buds", they might well offer each other a unique season in which to bloom.

[one-leg-shy = X-Y]