5 year anniversary

5 year anniversary

So, who misses their 5 year anniversary? This lonely boob, of course.

I am so caught up on my daily exercise, diet routine, and recovery, I completely missed my anniversary this past Monday (Sept 21st).

My blog has evolved over the years, from novel writing and humor to love, poetry, and sharing my fascination of women.

Will this blog keep evolving? Why are you asking me? How should I know?

Expect more poetry, beaches, and love for women. Hey, that is what I do! I am a leaf gliding on the wind, unsure where I am heading………

Perhaps, it will lead me straight to you.

Smooches people.

from my heart to yours

from my heart to yours

With everything prepared for my sudden surgery, I spent my Sunday answering 300 comments and reconnecting with all of you. Thank you for keeping me occupied.

Back in November, I started this struggle with my heart. For years, I consumed pain killers which were not FDA approved.

Now, I am paying the price. I don’t want anyone to feel sorry for me. I did this to myself. I only mention it so no one makes my same mistake.

My surgery (double bypass) is on Monday at 7:00 AM

From my heart to yours, a warm eternal thank you.

Never would have survived without you.

Life is what happens…..

Life is what happens while you are busy making other plans. — John Lennon

Life is what happens…..

Monday of last week, I posted my first poem in two months (who am i). At that moment, I was feeling good, strong, and my recovery was going well. I knew I had open heart surgery on the horizon (Sept or Oct), but things were positive.

Then, my blood pressure dropped to dangerous levels.

This week, doctors have run more tests. They confirmed two arteries in my heart are deteriorating faster than they first suspected (one being the widow maker).

We are scrambling to get insurance approval, chest X-ray, EKG, carotid ultrasound, vein mapping, COVID test, and a meeting with an anesthesia team all complete.

I will do my best to answer all comments and read as many blogs as time permits.

This most likely will be my last post for a while.

Be happy. Stay inspired.

On a different note, I have updated The Man Behind The Blog. Please, feel free to drop a note there.

allégro

allégro

dancing are rays of moonlight
on the ocean
dancing are your verses
upon my skin
goosebumps slowly transform
into prima ballerinas
dancing an eternal allégro
a pirouette of white plumes
stirring me with passion
tickling every crevice
in my soul

dancing leaf

dancing leaf

a dry leaf dances
when the cool wind
drags and pushes her away
reminiscent of the fashion
you discard my love
for every time we get close
‘til our souls are almost one
you become a gentle breeze
softly caressing my heart
then, you’re gone

who am i

Be gentle people, it has been two months since I attempted to write poetry. There is plenty of rust.

who am i

who are you
her reflection sighs
fogging the mirror
before I can steal a kiss

who am I
the mist dissipates
revealing a garden forgotten
a mirror image of me
two flowers of dark love
sowed in solitude

I soil my face with jasmines
her scent whispers to me
you are my soul
I am the air that you breathe

10,000 followers

10,000 followers

Hello. I never mention these milestones, but this time I felt I should.

First, I would like to thank the three men that are following me. Never would have achieved this without you. ONLY KIDDING.

I find this achievement remarkable because after two weeks of blogging, I only had one follower Eye-Dancers. By the end of my first full month, I picked up a second follower Carrie Rubin. Thanks to them for their early encouragement.

I have been lucky to make amazing friends who have been with me since the beginning of this incredible journey. Sweet and supportive Aruna @ Roseyevening, a special writer and funny friend John at FictionFavorites, the only blogger I refer to as my sister Diane at LadiesWhoLunchReviews , and a very special gentleman across the pond Derrick at DerrickJKnight.

This post wouldn’t be possible without the generous support of friends who reblogged my work and introduced me to so many wonderful people. John at ByTheMightyMumford, Chuck at TheReluctantPoet, John at JohnCoyote, Jack at HaveWeHadHelp, and Ian at AceNewsServices. They have all played a great part in my success.

When I started blogging, this corner was dedicated to novel and screen writing and humor. Then, I started reading poetry…..

Sadly, the poets that inspired me to start writing poetry are gone and only one remains. Let me tell you, she inspires me today just as she did four and a half years ago. Her work remains fresh, brilliant, and inspiring. Please stop by and visit Holly at HouseofHeart. She may kill me for this, but Holly is the only blogger who ever inspired me to write about her hair TheBeautifulRedhead.

I would like to thank you for your support, friendship, and the laughs. It has been an unforgettable journey. Hopefully, you will stay with me as I continue my trek to publication, dare I say, and find love along the way.

The Lonely Author

❤️

Lonely Author: recovery, rest, and trilogies

Lonely Author: recovery, rest, and trilogies

Hola.

Just wanted to get in touch with you to let you know I am recovering slowly, getting plenty of rest. Thank you so much for your kind messages and prayers.

That is the view from my balcony. I have sat there watching sunsets and getting fresh air.

My daughter Catherine came down to Florida the day before my procedure. She surprised me with a special guest Ally. They have been cooking, cleaning and driving me crazy, I meant driving me around. Doing their best to give me a strong dose of laugh therapy.

On Sunday, they surprised me taking me to dinner for an early Father’s Day celebration (since they won’t be here for the actual day). Don’t worry, I drank water.

I am a very lucky man. A few ex-girlfriends from New York offered to come down to take care of me. Felt some stress imagining all these exes in my apartment. The fighting, the hairing pulling, the screaming.

I already get enough of that wrestling over the remote control with my daughter.

Oh, speaking of remote control.

Catherine and Ally promised me a Twilight marathon this week.

It seems like cruel and unusual punishment for a man in recovery.

Soon to start seven weeks of heart strengthening therapy.

Missing all of you. ❤️

Can You Feel The Love Tonight

Can You Feel The Love Tonight

Plowing through messages, emails, texts, as I receive tons of phone calls. I have prepped myself and fridge for my recovery after Tuesday’s procedure. Sorry if I am late getting to your blog posts and replies.

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Behind every great man…..blah, blah, blah.

Never liked that quote. If he is a great man, he would have his woman beside him and sometimes leading the way.

That has been my personal experience.

During the past 6 months of uncertainty, there were lonely nights. Days of feeling unloved. Nights where I swore to never write another line of poetry. Moments in the darkness asking God to have mercy and let me breathe my final breath.

Every one of these moments was met with a message from an amazing lady of WordPress expressing their caring thoughts. Little did these women know, they rejuvenated my heart, breathed oxygen into my lungs, and literally lifted me up by my collar.

They kept me going, even when I was trapped on the island in desperate need of this heart procedure. (By the way, the island extended the state of emergency another 25 days, I would have been trapped until late June).

Some of these wonderful ladies prefer to remain unnamed, so I will refrain from thanking them here. This song is dedicated to these women who REFUSED to let me quit. I am a better man because of them.

Tonight, I feel so blessed. During this sad period of pandemic, when the world was shutting its doors, the special ladies opened their hearts.

For my newer followers wondering about my choice of image for this post, ask my long time followers; they will explain.

a vagabond in love

Everyone has ocean’s to fly, if they have the heart to do it. Is it reckless? Maybe. But what do dreams know of boundaries?” – Amelia Earhart, aviation pioneer, author, the first female aviator to fly solo across the Atlantic Ocean. 

a vagabond in love

i am a dreamer
a lonely beachcomber
wearing poetry on my sleeve
longing to accompany the morning sun
through the windows
of your most intimate dreams
aching to explore the lines of your palm
roam the curves of your ripped jeans
and should our paths never meet
i will always be
a vagabond in love
remembering your soul
wandering every cherished memory