Iocare came with a stare. "Are you my fair?" Once I stated I couldn't go back. I tend to lack, reverse. Am I cursed or just perverse? For a verse I was asked by George to get to "C," and this is Key. This is what he would do to me, then he'd asked me to get to D and E: Our relentless Nordic curse, to gather the diverse and to traverse the adverse. How I did that was up to me. He had a mind, you see, that would surprise me. Now, there is a whole alphabet on this sleigh. It is for the Hay and all the sun-drenched spray. The Ocean is crashing all around me as I walk down this cat walk of a dock. A very narrow line straddling the Rhine and the beech grass so fine for a bloodline.

About the Author: Iona Costello is a widow. She grew up on her island, sheltered from harsh reality. She met George out of curiosity and a lurch, crossing a channel sea from a perch. She was lost by the middle. She takes her family with her, a dog, a cat, a rooster and a hen, two cows, a pony and her daughter. She owns a jeep.