Oct
19
2005
A Dark & Stormy Night
by Sander Roscoe Wolff ©
[Note: This is a work of fiction, written as a gift for my friend Judy. She likes to be scared. Really!]
The small plane shook briefly. Kurt seemed tense, and Judy simply turned pale and held on.
“I think we should find a place to land, sweetie,” Kurt said in his nicest, everything-is-ok voice.
The weekend getaway was spur of the moment. It was easy to hop in Kurt’s 2-seater single prop plane and go to Napa, Tucson, or New Mexico in a few hours. Often, when time allowed, Judy and Kurt would fly to little, out of the way places just for fun. That was the plan they had for today.
The summer storm came upon them quickly and, seemingly, from nowhere. Kurt, a seasoned flying veteran, lowered his altitude and started looking for a place that could accommodate his plane….
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Oct
19
2005
Work It All Out
by Sander Roscoe Wolff ©
This wall seems so high
And it goes on forever.
Can’t get over or, by
Hook or by crook,
Around it.
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Oct
19
2005
Vanity
by Sander Roscoe Wolff ©
He sits on her bed, the one where he held her,
And thinks of the emptiness left in the sheets…
Subtle impressions that linger there still,
Cold now.
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Oct
19
2005
Transubstantiation
by Sander Roscoe Wolff ©
He pulls her to his lips.
Flesh and blood stain them.
This time is sacred,
Filling a holy need.
This moment of surrender
As she bleeds.
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Oct
19
2005
Trajectory
by Sander Roscoe Wolff ©
Sure, I know things suck
or seem that way
anyway.
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Oct
19
2005
This Eden
by Sander Roscoe Wolff ©
[after Jose Francisco Borges]
This Eden lives in our hearts.
Divine embraces expanding,
like this moment,
into eternity.
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Oct
19
2005
The Tunnel Of Love
by Sander Roscoe Wolff ©
I met a woman at a traveling show
Who stood in line at the Tunnel of Love
Complaining:
“I don’t understand why its always my fate
That every boy I meet is a freak or a geek!
I’m not pretty, but I’m not plain…”
I swear I’d heard the same refrain
From someone I knew in a bad dream once.
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Oct
19
2005
The Firefly
by Sander Roscoe Wolff ©
(A Bar Just Off Hollywood)
Red vinyl booths.
Small tables, too small, with red vinyl chairs.
Jukebox glowing in the dim light.
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Oct
19
2005
The Eyes of Her Beloved
by Sander Roscoe Wolff ©
The Eyes of Her Beloved
By Sander Roscoe Wolff
4-17-05 4pm
This pink-faced blushing bride
explodes with wonderment,
joyously embracing the mystery
unfolding in each moment.
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Oct
19
2005
The Certainty Of Easter
by Sander Roscoe Wolff ©
A flightless bird takes wing.
The darkness recedes to reveal a new day.
Questions that, once, loomed large
in the shadows of my consciousness
are now swept away, and
in their place:
Emptiness.
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