My mother received her heavenly crown in March 2020. This year, Dad was moved to a care facility and recently to hospice. Their house sold last week. They purchased several years ago after Dad retired from decades of serving in the ministry. It was the first house they owned. I reflected recently on my lack … More There was no childhood in that house for me
I found the book, oldRipped in half, sittingOn a dusty shelf, alone. Let me correctMyself — I don’t knowAll that was ripped away. There on the last page, danglingA sentence, unfinishedSimply, “I’m going to” Going where or to what?Not even an ellipsis to sayIt didn’t matter. And still… I remember, fleetinglyThe missing pages, misplacedAnd fumble … More I’m going to
yesterday was flung into the setting sun— arcing over a canopy that brushedthe pale pink and purple puffs that softenedthe sky — pulled down, to its end, into the horizon sunsets in autumn, an end to an end — curtain callsbefore the curtain falls to the ghost light— the gradual fading of applause, our audience … More the grace of a setting sun
What manner of life leadsto living the best of it? Where does the mind driftwhen the waves pull it andmake it dance against rocksand unexpected shores? How do the hands graspand fiddle and smooththe things that prick and burnsuch eager fingertips? When is the right timefor one foot, toes out, arms upto hopscotch over God-knows-whatwith … More What manner of life leads to living the best of it?
I know a dying leaf when I see one,it’s plump life being sucked backinto the branch that once gave it life,so the branch could live leathered span of serrated lobeslit by fall’s flame in a slow burn that creepsalong a landscape of conceding cells,puffing out the last of summer’s spirit the spirit of a more … More I know a dying leaf when I see one
Two thoughts in my head: Seemingly intangible dreams need a tangible plan. Focusing only on the art or only on the science is ineffective; we need to do both…or find a partner who can be the balance Nearing my third week of recovery, my propensity to think has multiplied. I’m thrilled that my mental state … More Lack of progress ≠ lack of desire; change is hard
a tilting of air 