de Ordine Et Figuris Verborum Quibus Horatius in Carminibus Usus Est. (1877)

A[a–AFor twenty-two years she considered us soul mates. I thought so too, but as we grew into different rhythms of lifeA[a–a[s challenges, I discovered that forever was not enough time to spend with her. The melodies of lifeA[a–a[s daily living and existence were dictating the steps to this great dance, a distant dance between two hearts that once celebrated the embodiment of human relationship: this thing called love. It only took her forty-five days to turn her hurt and pain into brutal resentment. I left her at the altar of mistrust, betrayal and deceit. I betrayed herA[a–A].A[a–A
This is a moving story about deceit, lies and cheating in marriage. Narrated in the multiple voices of anguish, torment, torture, and pain, the essential core of this novel is a kaleidoscope of a dysfunctional life, living and mere existence. Portrayal is by different characters in different manifestations. Imagine a bomb blasting a serene Sunday breakfast. There is also a dear, dark, darling at a train station waiting for the death of her husband; a man feeling the stinging pain of yesterday playing pool while his wife dies quietly at home of breast cancer; a mother waiting for postcards from her dad twenty-two years after he walked away from the family; a fatherA[a–a[s last note to a son on death row wishing him death by execution.