Tuesday, January 1, 2019

FEATURE OF THE MONTH - "RACK EM" BY A.H. SCOTT




Romance is beyond the bounds of time.

Three years after Giacomo Casanova's release from Paris' Fort-l’Eveque in 1758, a nonchalant conversation between the prison's warden and a guard was overheard.

A 16-year-old jail cleaner, Pepon Larionne, was in the process of collecting garbage in the hallway outside of Lieutenant Hugo Arrieyenne's office, while the warden and longtime prison guard, Edgar DeSaviage continued speaking to each other inside.

Pepon was one of three men who had the task of cleaning the warden's office, guard tower, and guard barracks. This night, it was Larionne's job to handle the outer hallway, which led to Lieutenant Arrieyenne's office. The other two jail cleaners had already started going towards the barracks. This young man, who seemed an unlikely vessel of history, became Cupid's messenger.

It was at this moment in 1761, when Pepon's fate changed for the better. Lieutenant Arrieyenne spoke to Edgar DeSaviage about Casanova's imprisonment and release in 1758. Manon Balletti, one of Giacomo Casanova's great loves, procured his freedom with a pair of diamond earrings in 1758.

The fabled lover had received mercy from a long prison sentence at the bequest of a beautiful woman. And, this is the story which followed through the years.

Preparing his office for the cleaners, Lieutenant Hugo Arrieyenne and guard Edgar DeSaviage emptied out desk drawers onto the floor, revealing several varied sized items, including a small canvas satchel.

As Pepon entered the warden's office, he kept his head low and mouth shut in their presence. The lowly jail cleaner scooped up bits of food, papers, and that canvas satchel with his hands.

The warden and guard stood chuckling at the dirty work which Pepon had to accomplish as they turned their backs on him and went back to speaking about Casanova and the diamond earrings.

Finishing up the cleaning of Arrieyenne's office, Pepon excused himself and grasped a large canvas sack full of garbage. In the hallway outside of the office, another large sack of trash was gathered by Larionne. Pulling the sacks behind him, Pepon left through the lantern lit prison entrance.

Larionne joined up with his fellow jail cleaners in the courtyard near the guard barracks. He never told the others about the tale of Casanova and Manon Balletti's connection to Fort-l’Eveque. Yet, it remained in the back of his mind, while taking his share of the sacks of garbage down towards an incline to be dumped.

Something that the warden and guard didn't realize when tossing out the desk contents onto the floor, was the small satchel contained those precious items of devotion from Manon to the previous prison warden.

What had been tossed out amongst spoiled food, soiled sheets, and vomit, were the pair of diamond earrings.

Pepon was also unaware of the situation, until shaking a canvas sack empty. A final item remained in the bottom of the sack. As the satchel revealed its contents, Larionne's eyes were affixed on a pair of earrings, a pen and a slip of fabric.

The simple man of bare means retrieved the trio of items and silently finished his duties for the night. His fellow cleaners were none the wiser for Pepon Larionne's fantastic find.

A conversation which he'd overheard from Arrieyenne and DeSaviage was not just a myth. But a reality, which was now wrapped in a dingy cloth with spots of crust mucus against Pepon Larionne's body.

The items weren't contained in a satin lined mahogany box to be delivered to a royal consort. But, they were transported within a filthy, loosened blouse of a lowly peasant.

Returning to his small cottage, Pepon placed small sack into maple table. Alongside those earrings of Manon, a quill pen and square of lace were laid out by Pepon.

The peacock feathers gave Pepon visions of Manon and Casanova's tandem pen craft. Just to imagine what each would place to paper remained more than enough for this young man's imagination. Slight scent of lavender remained upon that lace.

Night turned to morn, as he left the cottage for a short journey.

Pepon Larionne's only thoughts were to give this newly found gift to his beloved Vivienne Coupette. The sixteen-year old woman with a gentle smile was the core of Pepon's undying devotion. Maybe some of the herald grace of Manon and Casanova's love would rub off on Pepon Larionne.

The prison jail cleaner would never be King of France. But as he presented the diamond earrings, quill pen, and sliver of lace to the lady he loved, Pepon Larionne would be forever the prince of Vivienne's heart.

-----End of Feature----------

In the world of international auctions, a Vancouver antiques dealer is at the center of an erotic & exotic quest for treasures from a pair of fated lovers of centuries gone by.

Global gains and ignoble games are the field which varied characters play upon in this contemporary romantic thriller.

Never had danger touched his life before. But, mystery landed on antique dealer, Arlington Cross' doorstep with the upcoming auction of some fabled objects of romance.

Captivating treasures from centuries prior have led many on a desperate sojourn to a Vancouver auction house. They all want their hands on these prized possessions of a passionate pair of lovers from long ago. Yet, some of the buyers have tricks of temptation up their silky sleeves.

When lust mixes with greed are just one of the balls that roll across the felt table of "Rack Em".

Rack romance. Rack treasure. Rack history. Rack pleasure.

Rack your nerves.


“Rack ‘Em”.




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HAPPY NEW YEAR 2019! - A personal Message to you from me




!!H  A  P  P   Y 
N   E  W 
Y  E  A  R!! 


Happy New Year to those near and far! 
May this year of 2019 be one filled with further hope and future journey
Opportunity abounds as our hearts hear the sounds of laughter, cheer and happiness fills our ears
Confetti and glitter teases our eyes, as the New Year holds promise and surprise
For all who have taken a few moments out of their lives to read any of my humble words; I have only one thing to convey: 

Hoping you and yours have joy, peace & love on this NEW YEAR'S DAY!!













Monday, December 31, 2018

SPINNER - A POEM BY A.H. SCOTT





SPINNER




Spin up
Spin down
Spin towards heaven
Spin towards the Devil's stompin' ground
Spin a yarn, but don't make 'em yawn
Spin a groove that makes your ass move
Spin the void of darkness towards tomorrow
Spin the thread of golden light into horizon's rainbow
Spin and sigh, as life expands before your eyes
Spinners are winners, for at least they try
And, if you don't believe what I say - be like the Rubberband Man and roll away

- A.H. Scott 
12/28/14



Sunday, December 30, 2018

AFTER THE FOOTLIGHTS START TO FADE - A POEM BY A.H. SCOTT




AFTER THE FOOTLIGHTS START TO FADE  

...When the mask comes on, the persona is strong. At the end of the night, Noxzema reveals the girl of years gone by. Wipe off the grime of the leeches that affix to the mask and I'm left as me - Simply Norma Jean.....

...Not angel, I am far from that. Yet, I am not this creation of the studios and the photogs craning their necks to get that perfect shot. 

....Playing the dumb blond is my bread and butter. But, give me the chance and I'll prove I can make a main course out of a juicy character. You see, I ain't so dumb after all.....

...Footlights fade....but the myth forever lingers on like a wisp of Chanel upon the wrist....



- A.H. Scott 

12/30/12






Friday, December 21, 2018

BELIEVE IN YOU! - A QUOTE BY A.H. SCOTT



"Even when there is nobody that has faith in you, have the belief that you can do ANYTHING your heart and soul desires. Inside of you, there is a champion. BELIEVE. BELIEVE BELIEVE." - A.H. Scott 12/21/12








Thursday, December 20, 2018

FIRE IN THE DARK - A POEM BY A.H. SCOTT



Fire In The Dark

Wooden heart burns in flames of dejection
Tears stain the walls of all forms of rejection
Two lovers grapple in the darkness of Winter
Releasing the sorrow of longing in the Spring
Darkness was never our destination 
But, yet here we are once more...

- A.H. Scott 
5/29/11

Wednesday, December 19, 2018

VANISH - A QUOTE BY A.H. SCOTT


"When we attempt to be somebody we are not, those pieces of what makes us all so unique begins to fade away. You won't be the jock or cheerleader getting the glory. You won't be hearing the applause from the cheering crowd. But, you will be the person adored by the heavens for just being you. And, that will never vanish". - A.H. Scott 12/19/12