From time to time you’ll see Stolen Moments show up on the blog. Words forgotten and misplaced, poetry, anticipatory memories, prose, joy and sorrow, pensive emotion, random and not so random thoughts scribbled in tattered notebooks. To not forget but remember the precious, fleeting stolen moments in time. I’m a writer trying recapture on paper how it feels to be alive.

Purple Felt Tip Pens and Mystic Winds

Jacqueline Cioffa 1998

It’s downtime in Miami

Purple felt tip pens

And winds whistling like a lover

Whispering magic

And calm

The smell of salt air

Filling the breeze almost licking my skin

Oh how I love the night here

To wake up to the sun

A new day

An almost always perfect cerulean sky

Ending with the darling starry filled night

November is the most beautiful time of year