It was early morning. I heard a song from my young adulthood long ago, which caused me to relate back to a time before I knew about love (or if there was such a thing). I thought of the time before I knew what it meant to have love for someone else. And by this, I mean to feel a love love that extends further than me or my family. One that is not seemingly mandatory or conformed to a Continue reading
Category Archives: Sessions from the Balcony
Fun with Sex
Looking at you, I wonder what it is that goes on behind your smile. I watch you sometimes. I seldom tell you this, but I do.
I sit quietly and watch you because in times like this words are unnecessary and they would do nothing else but interrupt my picture of you.
In some cases, something comes Continue reading
Sessions From The Balcony: Just For Fun
Alone in the dark night and sleeping in a half-empty, king-sized bed, Marie lay quietly with a pillow covering her eyes to drown the surrounding noise the often echoed in the corridor of her Lower Westside apartment. The hour was beyond midnight and the alarm was set to ring at 5:45am with a minimum two pushes of snooze button delays, which Marie would utilize and eventually arise from bed at 6:05am.
Marie’s body curled to the side. The sheets were swaddled around her legs with left foot sticking out from beneath the covers—toes pointed towards the front of the bed; her right leg drawn in and up towards Continue reading
Sessions From The Balcony: Romance
If you want to find something, then you have to look for it.
Look as hard as you can because nothing comes to those who wait . . .
Currently looking at Marie as she stares at the window to see the nighttime sky; her eyes are glittery and beautiful, yet sad with deep thoughts, which somehow draws me to her—making her more beautiful because Marie is real and not fantasy.
“Everything I ever Continue reading
Bedtime Stories: The Best Time
It’s better like this. The best times are the unexpected ones. This is when he comes behind you and grabs you without warning. Startled at first, you feel his arms wrap around you. This is the best way because it brings with it an element of surprise. At this point, your heart is racing because of the quick scare. At the same time, your heart is racing because there he is, right behind you, and you know he is not willing to give in.
He caught you without leaving so much as a clue—standing by the mirror in your bathroom; you were thinking Continue reading
Love is . . .
Love is a mother’s hand gently touching the feverish forehead of her child’s head. It is a bowl of soup or a favorite dish like breaded chicken cutlets, brown gravy, and Mom’s famous mashed potatoes on a night when it was needed most.
Love comes to a Continue reading
Young Love
There is no love like young love or teenage love.
Everything is still so new and completely fresh.
There is no feeling like the one you have
when you see a girl for the first time in a classroom
or as she passes you in the hallway.
She walks passed with her friends.
Her books are embraced Continue reading
From Sessions From the Balcony: A Love Piece
She lay back on the bed above the covers and comforter with the side of her face pressed gently on the fluffed pillows. Her knees were slightly curled and both of her hands pressed together and placed between her knees. Her loosely fit pajama pants were light blue and her t-shirt was white. Her long blonde hair was brushed straight and dried after an earlier shower. Her eyes glistened and her ivory Continue reading
Spoken Word Poetry: Strength
These things are strong:
man, woman, mother and father.
From this evolves life.
This gives birth to generations
and creates history to our future.
Man, woman, mother, and father.
Each title is individual;
each has purpose,
and although synonymous Continue reading
Sessions From The Balcony: About A Night
Something I relate to is the feeling of loneliness in a crowd. No matter how many people are in my vicinity or the proximity of those closest one beside me—I understand what it feels like to be sitting next to someone and feel as if I am oceans apart.
Then of course, there is Continue reading
The Written Addiction 