That place of wonder Deep in the mind that has a soul That place that is no place That all fear Though some go to in pain Hoping for relief But there is none there There is no there We are too brief Like death uncovered Shaped like a stick of misery Broken inside with … Continue reading Down From The Tree

The Service Elevator Saturday evening The service elevator was close, right next to Jon’s room. The doors were twice as wide as the passenger elevator door, so gurneys could slide easily in with their cargo of the dead, transport them down to the cold dark sub-basement and secret them away in the ‘meat locker’. Mrs. … Continue reading Chapter 33 – The Service Elevator

I look at him. I wonder how he became old so fast. The mountain of life. The struggle, the strain, the slow, slow climb. The descent. Fast, faster as you near the end. Where are you now? Are you anywhere at all? share this with your FB, Twitter and other friends and follow me on … Continue reading Life Mountain

Marta Jon’s room “I am thankful to be this old and not be stuck in a wheelchair. At least I can still get around on my own, sort of. I just wish I wasn’t so damn feeble”. “Is it because her wheelchair was empty?” Harriet stood at the window. The bright daylight made her appear … Continue reading Chapter 32 – Marta

The Empty Chair Saturday Walden rubbed Jon’s shoulder to wake him. Jon’s eyes opened slowly; it took a minute to recognize his grandson. Jon rubbed his chin with one hand, rubbed his chest with the other. “I heard they’re waiting for you in the Sunroom, Afi. Let’s bring your book, they’d like to hear more … Continue reading Chapter 31 – The Empty Chair