Short Entries ranging from fiction to book reports, to commentary, to poetry. Some of the entries may be one story unfolding over a few weeks. ENJOY!
The Walk
Stacy was a true Brooklyn, NY girl. She appreciated the exaggerated culture of the borough. From Cobble Hill to Green Point to Prospect Heights, the neighborhoods were colorful representing a myriad of nationalities of every kind. Stacey was Irish/Italian working as a home care nurse with Brooklyn and Manhattan assignments. It was a good balance; the tranquility she felt in her home town seemed to simmer down her anxiety inducing Manhattan encounters. Driving through the city makes you a warrior. Between the overzealous J-walkers and over-ambitious, cell phone plugged business types, you come out feeling like you might as well have driven up a steep up-climb in the rain forest, days after a hurricane had passed through! And even that would be better because the very worse that could happen if you ended up hitting something, is that it would most likely become your dinner.
So Stacy was thrilled when she was asked to take up two weeks worth of assignments in Flushing, Queens for another homecare nurse who was on vacation. She didn’t know that much about Queens, but she was happy for the change. This would certainly be an adventure and she was looking forward to it. She wanted to familiarize herself first with the neighborhood, so she decided to take an hour or two walk through it. She felt that was the best way to get an accurate feel for the place, plus it was great exercise.
In anticipation of her walking tour of Flushing, on the day before her journey, with map in hand, she planned out her subway route not knowing what to expect. She imagined Flushing, Queens to fit into the general idea she had of Queens, as a predominantly residential community with limited accessibility in the way of public transportation; at least in comparison to her ‘subway-webbed’ Brooklyn community.
She pictured a mostly quiet neighborhood with more cars on the streets than people. She also expected that once she had gotten off the train, she would probably walk for long distances without seeing any other subway station (only buses) for miles and miles. In retrospect the few trips that she had taken to Queens had always been long and laborious. She would leave the train station during the first leg of the journey wondering what now, hopping on a bus that would take her only so far, and being left with a feeling of being in the middle of nowhere. What could she expect on this journey?
©Jeneadra Publications
Poetry
Morning
Even as morning kisses the sky
And announces its arrival
I linger in bed for a moment more
As my outstretched hands reach out to
Embrace you
I cradle your feet, dangling alongside the bed,
Back to its resting place
I want so much to ignore the day’s commitments
To bury in your arm’s oasis
To get lost in the hollow of your body
Hovered over mine
I get up reluctantly
I want so much to stay here bounded,
But instead simply stare for a while,
Bearing my loving eyes down on
Your beautiful body outstretched
As you sleep soundly
I kiss you gently
As I surrender to the day ahead
And begin the morning’s ritual
©Jeneadra Publications
Smitten
Know that I appreciate all that you are.
As the days of our relationship multiply
Know that I’m still smitten by you.
My mind still cultivates
Thoughts of you when you are not there.
My body seeks only to meander its way
There amongst the contours of your haven
To find its place within the spaces therein.
Know that my heart yearns to more greatly
Know you with each day that passes.
Know that I love you
©Jeneadra Publications
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