Carey and I celebrated Valentine’s Day yesterday. Valentine’s Day is a special day for me because it is the first holiday Carey and I ever celebrated together. We started dating December 27th of 2007, were apart on New year’s Eve, and so Valentine’s Day was the first opportunity I had to celebrate a holiday with Carey. I tend to take VDay very seriously as a result...
If You Could Only See If you could only see inside of me when I push you away use my anger to fuel a stubborn desire; when I sulk behind steamy eyes that dare anyone to start something with me – I’m begging for your laughter and your smile If you could only see behind this facade when I don’t clam up and monopolize the conversion when I pontificate passionate and outlandish...
The love of my life apparently feels that I exaggerate and am not 100% honest in my blogs; especially when I describe how she smacks me in the back of the head or uses her laser-like sarcasm as she trods me underfoot. She has created her own blog to refute my “blatant exaggerations” and to write about the wackiness in her life. In truth, having read her first two entries – I am...
Carey and I are blissfully happy as we live our life, plan a marriage, and just love each other and our family. Still, every couple has their disagreements and Carey and I are no exception. In our time together we’ve never had a fight, we’ve never raised our voices to each other, and we’ve certainly never gone to bed angry. But we have had a tense moment or two. And they are...
I just wanted to share one of the 10 million reasons why I am so head over heels for Carey. This conversation is taken from memory, as much as possible, from last night as we lay in bed: Ron: I’m really excited about writing again. I’ve had a story idea running through my mind all weekend. Carey: You should write about that dream you had last week where I had shark DNA. Ron: Ummmmmm. ...
between each sunset and sunrise,in those dark hours in which only poets and thieves thriveI have wrestled not with mydemonsnor have I allowed mysomnolent eyes lure me to sleepI have labored in thesenocturnal hourswith the notion of trying todiscoverthe perfect expression ofwhat I feelfor you The oft over-used wordbandied about gaily, freely,and withoutconsequenceby those very poets and thieveswho...
a small fishtrappedat thebottomof a scum-covered pondmight, just might,understand how I feelwhen you talk to meor even simplysmile at meit’s as if thesunhas broken throughthe algae blanketand cast it’s light upona cold and lonelyunderwater tableaugone too long in darkness;warm light andbrilliantimages take my breathawaybecause I know that Icrossed your mindif only for a momentlike the...
two in the morningis a terrible time to think –each second of the clock torments me;the silence between eachtick s t r e t c h e sinto infinity –thejackhammerof eachmechanizedmovement assaults me with near-deadlyforce. a slight displacementin the darkness andshe accommodates my newposition –her lithenaked formpressed firmly against memy body reacts withpredictable response I...
Ron Sparks is a technology professional, science fiction and fantasy author and poet living in Zurich, Switzerland. His latest book "ONI: Satellite Earth Series Book 1" is available on Amazon.com.