What you will find here

This is a place to examine plans filled with hope; plans which promise a refuge from chaos; plans which will shape our futures. Veterans with and without PTSD, Pentecostal Presbyterians, Adjudicated Youth, and Artists-Musicians-Writers: I write what I know. ~~~ Evelyn

Wednesday, January 30, 2013


A compliment is a pleasant gift. But self-sacrifice is the greatest gift one can give. Erinyes

Scriptures from A Filker’s Companion to Bedina’s War

Wednesday, January 23, 2013

Old Illuminati

An ounce of joy costs a pound of pain.Old Illuminati

Scriptures from A Filker’s Companion to Bedina’s War

Tuesday, January 22, 2013


by Evelyn Rainey


My dog Raven

Foundling, changeling

Ancient God.

Like Hercules, his muscles

        Bulge and strain with

        Graceful pleasures.

In defense, his teeth like

        Titans against Ulysses.

His tongue, like water-nymphs,

        Playful and loving.

The Ennui Raven-god loaned him

        His colors and name

        And humor.

Zeus in Anger.

Apollo in Gentleness

Bacchus in Joy

Athena in a Race

Like Volkan’s bellows, he lies

        At my feet and

        Smiles his Cupid’s darts.

Like Janus, he will age

        And die and be replaced


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Tuesday, January 8, 2013


by Evelyn Rainey


I used to know you.

Didn’t we love each other once

When I was young?

You used to call me from my bed

And whisper sweet secrets

To me all night long.

You used to tease me with

Rhymes and rhythms and innuendo.

You used to make me sing

And sob and laugh and I

Languished in your embrace.

But you weren’t enough.

I abandoned you

For a 9 to 5 career

And a 24 – 7 marriage and

The terrible twos and

Savage sevens and the abysmal adolescents

Of offspring.

I never stopped loving you,

But I was too shallow

To hold the full of you.

And now

The career no longer enthralls.

The marriage was parted by death.

The child has become a man

And now

You call me again from bed.

I am groggy and awkward

But you are patient.

I won’t love you as flippantly as before

I had nothing with which

To deepen your words.

No flavor to spice your rhythm.

No passion to flaunt your rhymes.

The life I lived without you

Will now ripen the fruit of my love.

Wednesday, January 2, 2013


Man born of woman has a limited number of days.Xiang

Scriptures from A Filker’s Companion to Bedina’s War