“Lucia Micarelli Oblivion”

Born in Queens, New York, Lucia was immersed in the arts by the age of three, diligently practicing dance, piano, and violin. It didn’t take long for Lucia to discover her passion and greatest talent was the violin, which quickly became her main focus. After moving to Hawaii at the age of five, she continued to refine her skills on the violin with teachers Kathryn Lucktenberg and Sheryl Shohet, and just a year later at the age of six, Lucia made her debut as a soloist with the Honolulu Symphony Orchestra. Soon after, she began frequently appearing on local television shows and concertizing throughout the Islands.

At age eleven, Lucia was accepted into the prestigious Juilliard School of Music’s Pre-College Division. She studied with the renowned violin pedagogue Dorothy DeLay, and also took lessons with Itzhak Perlman, Cho-Liang Lin, and Won-Bin Yim. Within a year, playing against some of the world’s most gifted prodigies, she won the Pre-College Concerto Competition and settled into a routine that would combine instruction with concert appearances at the Hollywood Bowl, Lincoln Center, and other prominent international venues. She spent her summers at the Aspen Music Festival, regularly performing with the orchestra, and won the Violin Concerto Competition in 2000, resulting in a performance of the Tchaikovsky Violin Concerto with the Festival Orchestra.

At seventeen, Lucia left Juilliard to attend the Manhattan School of Music, where she studied with celebrated international violinist Pinchas Zukerman. It was during this time that Lucia began to develop a growing interest in non-classical music. She started moonlighting with local jazz and rock bands in New York clubs, and by the following year, she had accepted an offer to tour with the Trans-Siberian Orchestra as a featured violinist and concertmaster.

Over the last ten years, Lucia’s profile has continued to soar. She’s been a featured soloist in two of Josh Groban’s world tours, toured extensively with Chris Botti and was featured in his “Live From Boston” PBS special (from which the duet they performed together, “Emmanuel” has received over 7 million YouTube views), and was featured in Barbra Streisand’s 2013 international tour. She also released two solo albums, “Music From A Farther Room” and “Interlude”. But 2009 saw Lucia broadening her career even further when she was cast in the starring role of “Annie” in HBO’s critically acclaimed series, “Treme”, created by David Simon and Eric Overmeyer, which ran for four seasons and won a Peabody Award as well a Primetime Emmy Award.

Currently, Lucia has just finished her first PBS concert special set to air throughout the US in March 2018. This PBS event is an eclectic journey through her many musical influences – from classical to jazz to traditional fiddle music and Americana – all bound together by her trademark emotional vulnerability and technical wizardry. biography source

Old Lahaina Maui Mermaids



There are fabrications, tall tales, folklores, legends and myths:

Here are two separate Hawaiian families who similarly, had three daughters. In each family, As sisters, the three daughters were close. And these sisters from both families were all in love with three brothers, who were sons of the Island Chieftain Kapu pu’u.


Kapu pu’u’s sons were strong, handsome fishermen and wild-game hunters who could have their pick of any tribal beauty.


Woefully, the three sons of Kapu pu’u were torn because, it was a tribal custom that their choices be made from only one family of sisters.

The three brothers loved watching the beautiful, exotic three sisters of one family dance the hula, while enjoying the cooking of the other family of three sisters who noble and made food for luaus.

All were irresistible to the chieftain’s sons, and the sisters from both tribal families were aware of it. Competition between the two families of sisters was an eye-catching situation.

The three hula sisters tried their hardest to cook better luau dishes than the three noble sisters. And, the three noble sisters tried their best to enticingly dance the hula. Both families of sisters never attempted crossover to the talent of their rival.

Which family of sisters would win the hearts of chief Kapu pu’u’s three sons?

The story ends with Kapu pu’u’s three sons marrying the three sisters who were noble cooks.

The hula sisters were so sad and shamefully heartbroken that they shed their garments and took to the depths of a Hawaii’s shoreless, blue-coral Seamount lagoon.

There is a rumor that a mermaid has been seen wiggling around, in the depths of the nearby ocean, entertaining sea life, in a hula dance motion.

The unfounded two bodies of the three hula sisters remain a mystery!

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“Its a Mermaid!”


Girls Singing through the Ocean’s SoundWaves

Mermaid Duets – Villanelle

by PenAllen

Mermaids love to sing shanty songs
in two-part descant harmony.
Sailors can’t tell bights from gone wrongs.

They don’t care to hear buoy gongs
for ding-dongs hold no mystery.
Mermaids love to sing shanty songs.

The maids have no need of sarongs
because their fishtails swim fancy free.
Sailors can’t tell bights from gone wrongs.

They’re heard over forty furlongs
and Poseidon is filled with glee.
Mermaids love to sing shanty songs.

Seal’s flippers clap hammer and tongs
when their friends sing songs of the sea.
Sailors can’t tell bights from gone wrongs.

You won’t find them in bilabongs
or at any landlocked party.
Mermaids love to sing shanty songs.

Sailors can’t tell bights from gone wrongs. allpoetry.com


Your Highest
potential in truth and love,
is a
gift from God.

Know that God’s treasure

within you!

Pray and cast away Satan’s deceptions,
his blinding from your eyes,

the hurt that embitters your heart,
your dark thinking
and careless misdeeds.

Open up your heart and soul to the bird of Paradise,
the inner nesting
and birth of your enlightenment!

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“The kingdom of God is within you” (Luke 17:21)

Ferry Tales Happen!



After moving to Hull, Jennifer McGill and Doug MacElhiney came to love their ferry commute to Boston.

By Nicole Dungca

ABOARD THE 6:40 P.M. FERRY TO HULL — The first words spoken at Doug MacElhiney and Jennifer McGill’s wedding made it clear — this ceremony would be a bit different.

“Friends, family . . . and fellow commuters,” said their friend, Ian Wells, welcoming both invited guests and the bemused strangers looking on from the ferry’s second floor.

The couple had never been entirely sold on marriage, let alone an extravagant wedding. So when they finally decided to exchange vows — a practicality that would make it easier to buy a house — they chose one of the most low-key venues they could think of: the MBTA’s ferry from Boston’s Long Wharf to Hull.

At first, family and friends were caught by surprise, McGill said, but in time, it made perfect sense. “It’s just so us,” she said.

The couple moved to Hull two years ago, and quickly came to love their ferry commute to Boston. The close-knit community of passengers chat over coffee in the morning, and over a glass of wine in hand in the evening — the city skyline receding in the distance as they head home.

On clear days, crowds gather on benches on the upper deck, relishing the sun and wind on their face. It’s a far sight from a crowded subway, faces buried in phones.

“The first time someone started talking to me, I was thinking, ‘What’s this guy’s deal?’ ” said MacElhiney, who sometimes bikes to the ferry on nice days. “But then I just realized he wanted to talk.”

In short, the boat seemed the perfect venue for a wedding.

MacElhiney and McGill are no-frills Massachusetts natives who met on the OKCupid dating site in 2008, bonding over their affinity for travel, dogs, and ties to public transportation.

On their first date at Boston Beer Works near Fenway Park, MacElhiney told McGill he worked for the MBTA as a trainer for mechanics. McGill, an immigration attorney who grew up in Easton, had MBTA ties, too. Her dad had worked there as an electrician for nearly his entire career. (He didn’t know him, to her relief).

The first date lasted for hours. By the second, MacElhiney “knew this was really something.”


McGill and MacElhiney came to love their ferry commute to Boston.

They traveled together, far and near, and eventually moved in together in the South End, sharing a cramped 600-square-foot apartment with their two large rescue dogs: Moxie, a black labrador-hound mix, and Charlie, a chocolate labrador mix.

But like everyone else in Greater Boston, the record-breaking winter of 2015 tested their patience with the MBTA, which shut down portions of the subway and commuter rail for days. MacElhiney couldn’t telecommute, and grew sick of shoveling out parking spaces in the South End.

“We need a driveway,” he announced after one particularly bad snowfall.

After weeks of looking at maps of the area, their sights turned to Hull. McGill had heard that the ferry had run all through the terrible winter, even when ice had canceled the boat to Hingham. They checked out apartments there, happily noting the wind turbines that provide electricity to municipal buildings, the cheaper rents, and most of all, the ferry rides to Boston. On Memorial Day weekend in 2015, they left Boston for the coastal suburb.

On the ferry, they made fast friends, such as Jill Clemmer, who also lived in Hull. As she chatted with McGill on the ride one day, Clemmer suggested a “pop-up wedding” on the ferry they held so dear.

The two had laughed, thinking it was just a joke. But weeks later, Clemmer and their other “boat friends” received a cryptic text message. They had better be on the 6:40 p.m. ferry the next night, McGill wrote. Jill had “called it a long time ago.”

On May 5, the couple took the day off and spent about $350 on roundtrip tickets for their 20 or so guests. The couple had asked permission from the MBTA and its contractor, Boston Harbor Cruises, but many of the workers didn’t even know about the ceremony until they saw the guests streaming up to the second floor.

It rained the whole day, so they packed a bag full of towels. They wiped off the metal seats on the second floor for the guests, including the commuters who had wandered upstairs.

MacElhiney, 41, wore a gray suit, with a blue shirt and yellow tie. They were “Hull colors,” he quipped. McGill, 35, wore a white dress she had bought for the occasion.

Despite the downpour, Wells followed his script, calling it a beautiful day, drawing laughter from the huddled crowd. The couple didn’t seem to mind at all.

“It was a monsoon, and they were just beaming,” Clemmer said.

As the ferry sped up, the two clutched each other by the forearms, so they wouldn’t fall. In their vows, they pledged their commitment to each other, a bond “as powerful and endless as the sea,” and sealed their marriage with a kiss. As the crowd cheered, the captain took his cue.

He blew the horn, and the cheers grew even louder.

a share from:


Stillness is the only place where I can love you and breath your touch;

and, where our shadows can undress into the somewhere of togetherness;

Our love is an unquestionable exile.

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Harp & Violin Canon In D
Canon in D (Pachelbel) – Violin & Piano

Porthole (Part 3) The Challenge


Beheaded armories appeared out of nowhere, crews of them were rigidly lined up. Upon my first sight of them, I was quite fearful.


Then they stared at me and I at them. Our observances became exchanges of wild guesses. Annoyed, I turned away showing no fear. The only possible opinion they could form of me , would be that I had an air of aloofness. The assemblage continued in their collective stance of configurative prominence.

Then, right beside me, came a whisper “you called checkmate with your food–” Startled, I turned around, and there appeared an alabaster Knight who did not have a leg to stand on. He continued, “tell me your version of set”?

And I wondered why would any contention I may of had, concern him? I was a bit ravished, but I listened to the Knight as he continued, “A numerical set, is a better platform board, 2 sets plus 15 , double cube cups”.

Confused by his forwardness I interjected, “Is this your cause to be at sea”? He shrugged his stiff shoulders. and scurried away. But then, I became beset as a jaded Emperor came over in a blithe of suddenness and he too began talking. His manners were solemnly expressed as he introduced his traditional lineage as being from Mongolia.


A cascade of colorful gems trailed behind his excellence. “Jade! Jade”! He frowned, as he continued on a disparaging course. Then he blurted out admittedly, that all sets were not original. Seeing an apparatus in his hand, I realized that the scores were being kept on an abacus. But still, I gave no response at all to the Emperor’s need of cultural restitution. My facial expression should have been a clear statement of, “I have no interest in your challenges”

When the Emperor left, I again stared out through the porthole. Observing the winds, I was sure that neither the easterly nor the westerlies purported waters that were not troubled by ship wreckers. Neither did I believe that throne challenges endured under the sea. I began to feel a lucid aching from the recent persuasions, and I sighed.

That’s when the wizard appeared and gave me his version of contest.


He spoke of a spiritual platform. He threw down a pallet of coded ivory dice, and said “success is bosomed, bountiful, and accented in series of numbers”.

“Ivory” he declared “originated from every creaking jungle, and components were ideally coconut sculpted. He paused, sighed and said, “there are still a lot of unresolved problems”.

So why was the Emperor, and counselors coercing me? All were hollows chasing dimensions, borders, on marginal throws and contemplated brocaded guesses as bids. I looked at the wizard strangely knowing I did not want to be involved with none of their marathonic kingdoms. No, I did not! Then in a low tone of voice he, the wizard asked,”What is your name”? I whispered back…”Solitaire”!

I then quietly turned my view thru the porthole, onto the deck and the calming sea.

Immediately, the wizard understood that I did not want to play or be played, but wanted the full deck.


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PORTHOLE (Part 2) Deck Hands


Suddenly, I noticed a strange platform of conflicting characters coming upon the deck. Their abrupt presence could only lead to a rush of unsound mental distractions.

But, here is where the joker went wild and dealt me a full-hand of suspicions– I had an instinct that this weird boarding was a maneuvering of props for mind control. Why? Because they all had a staggering gait that was stylishly commemorated as bidded gambles.

Ironically, they were just in time for early crumpets.

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The charmed passengers began to sit in sets, and oddly, they were served by a set of waiters, whose name tags read “Freddy Fish” for the first, and, “Floyd Fish” for the second. Things were looking a bit sketchy. I hated symbolic compositions anyhow, especially those that represented sea life and catered to the status of Royalty. I saw them as part of a game and a mockery of honesty.

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Not having been choiced with a menu, the cooks smilingly served me, on an all inclusive, the cost that violated a real meal ticket.


And, it was a horrible fish platter. I yelped, in refusal,”Remove” this grimacing portrait of immortality”!



Immediately, a chef scurried over to give me a choice of prime vegetables with roasted taters. He then motioned his apology. I thanked him. In contrary, I felt that my reception was unequal to the haughty status symbols. Why should they be served immediately and with notable cultural garnishings such as savoury stew, gravy, diced rolls and cobbler? I could tell by their style and rationings, these suspicious boarders were on a medieval spree.


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Monarchs? Queens over kings? These were positionings for reputable oppositions. Potential mayhem is what I thought. Ummm– strategy I assumed. But, what gains could there be on an ease at sea? This excursion may end up as a brutal overthrowing of powers.

Aristocracy annoyed me with its statures and distant chords. Always they had blockings that were contemplative manner

The eating was done, and, with dominion over her capella of crowns, the Lady of Cantebury cleaved to her gathered corsette. I was vexed but I never moved from spectating my hollow, impartial cruisemates, as I interchanged my view of the marine spectaculars thru the porthole.

The cruise boarders were strange carvings of life’s strifes, that were coordinated in colors, and others were beheaded extractions of expressions. Every one of them was grouped within a strategic arrangement of backhands, lefthands and underhandedness.


I would soon learn that kingdom challenges were fierce at initiating a ploy of relentless and most deceptive steps to attain prominence. Hegemony would be used as one of the gaining factors.

To be continued.

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“Celestial Castings”

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I had an audition with the “Scouting Moon”, which took place on a quiet edge of morning,

The Moon was fully seated across shoreless waters within a rippling showcase of translucent colors, a skying recruit of powdery pinks, precipitating purples and spills of outrageous oranges.

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“What do you know about me and the stars and all of the planets?” asked the moon.


My answers were a continuous flow of endearments. “When the nocturnal divides into your nightcap mode, Dear Moon you slant over the mockingbird cusps but the repeats of the mystical bird’sPeaceful Hymn’ goes unanswered.”


“Unrested on vigilance, the old owl promises not-a-hooting trace to the stool pigeon about any wisdom versed within the perfect secrets of airwaves, nor the true characteristics of the winded seas, nor the real understanding about emotions of the mind that leaches onto the worldly ponderance of geniuses, lunatics, philosophers, stoics, and stooges”;

“Traditions walk following beamed up beliefs and take dips into horrific scifi, an eerie casting of moonings, orbiting and shifting as manmade sentinels transcend and modulate. The good news is that, the sky is one big, Heavenly screen…

Twinkling stars fall into ominous straits, ways, galaxies, constellations, where threads of comets in volumes, blast the runways of time”.

“And, just as I every drop of rain, every earthly element, every mineral, and every precious stone, I want to be “a real star“, said I, the Starfish“!

"The glow is a curated mystery!"


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