the editor and the old dog

What are the chances that I understand that the concept that every word is not a pearl. Let's just hope that an old dog can learn new tricks, and more importantly, that the dog will be willing.

poetry in motion

As smoothly as he guided each partner across the dance floor, with the air of a gentleman whose world revolved around only her, so too did he reign completely at ease and so convincingly as he sat surrounded by all of them as his guests for lunch.

It takes a real master to have eight women leave the lunch table, each of whom would swear that he had been talking only to her.

gold digger

clinging onto him
as if he was the life line
to all that glitters

flirting with disaster

You wander closer then jump back
You try it out and act as if
You really would, you really could
Walk to the edge, jump off the cliff

separation anxiety

He told me that it's time to leave - not really leave, - it was more like move on.

"For who?" I asked. "You? I get that you have to leave, I mean move on. It's always like this. Every time we go through it, I'm miserable for the rest of the day. But what about me? Do you have any idea how much money I've spent on shrinks - how much time I've spent searching for the way to get over the inevitable torture I go through almost every day, not to mention the days you just don't even show-up at all?

"Im sorry, I'm truly sorry. I've never meant to make you feel as if . . ."

"Feel what? I'm tired of hearing that, falling for that line - desperate to believe it then watching you slink off. Just take your bag and go. I followed you yesterday."

"You what? I told you never to follow me. I told you what we have is special and you can trust me. And now I find out that you followed me - like you don't trust me?"

"All this time I thought what you had was just for me, but I then saw you - I saw the way you looked at that little chippie Mrs.Mrs. Merkin when you delivered her mail. Don't tell me you haven't been slipping her extra coupons too."

first date

he paused awkwardly

he just couldn't say goodnight

he smiled and kissed her

fairy tale

There once was a lass name o' Pearl

She was quite an incredible girl

She told to me to edit, I didn't, she said it

Won''t sell so I gave it a whirl.

I changed every word that was mine

Took the spirit out of each line

I bitched and moaned but did what I was told

Just like Pearl said the book sold