Parallel Outlet: 4


“A Charade of Dreams” sounds so whimsical, doesn’t it?

The phrase seems especially apt after nights of strange dreams, when, walking along a street your mind can become preoccupied with oddest remnants of your nighttime journeys. When you look up and see a person passing in the other direction with honest surprise. Continue reading “Parallel Outlet: 4”

The Emerald Knight


The young King of Scarlet Castle

Sent his beloved companions

On a quest ’round Emerald Castle

For a noble bride’s affections

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They came upon a stoic knight

And asked him for the way

But clad in plates of malachite

The statue had naught to say

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Then they saw a graceful knight

His cloak of aventurine

But asking if the road was right

His reply was wind through leaves

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So they searched the kingdom wide

Over verdant hills and vales

But no word of aid did they find

Among knights or stones or gales

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These companions of the Scarlet King

Had little hope when they came

To an arch at roadside standing

As if an Emerald Knight to frame

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“Sir Knight, we seek a maiden fair

A princess of your prosperous land

Our Lord would beg, our Lord would dare

Place this ring upon her hand!”

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At this the Knight bent his head

And the ring did he long consider

“A lovely jewel, but why, good men

Did you not bestow it yonder?”

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He turned around and pointed back

Along the road they’d traveled

And at their confusion, she gave a laugh

As her Emerald hair unraveled

© 2012 Elizabeth Cook

Health Stock?


“We don’t care how you feel, silly, you look great!”

I don’t know what I said to that, but whatever it was Diba laughed and stepped into the kitchen. She cannot be called a step-grandmother, or anything involving “grandmother”, but she is Diba and she is my grandad’s second wife. She is from Guiana and I have always been jealous of her sense of style.

I did in fact know that I looked all right, but the discomfort from the four new holes in the back of my mouth made how I felt an important matter as well.

I settled back into the couch and the conversation with my grandad, mother, and uncle trundled back to something-or-other. Diba coming and going always resets things. Continue reading “Health Stock?”