There was greyness in your eyes, grey like things that are old, grey like the hair that hung limp and stringy to your shoulders. Grey that prevented the world from touching you, or you from touching it. Scary or maybe sad. Once, in another time, you were a person with people. Now you just keep … Continue reading The Grey Man

It still haunts me, like my father's ghost. It was bad; I knew it would be. He kept returning to it like a terrible dream, compelled to it like an addiction he couldn’t escape. He could be vicious, with a vile temperament, like he had an anger deep within, always on the verge of erupting. … Continue reading The Killing of Wolfie

Now prostrate here upon my bed, with morning's glory shining in upon my worn out head, I am finally free. Free to share my written words, my casual forms of pleasure, that speak of love and other things that I have treasured. Finally free to reveal myself of all the joy I have uncovered in … Continue reading The Book

Remember the gravel road? Our house seemed bigger then. I suppose it really wasn’t, I suppose I was just small. Remember mother then, her turquoise pullover, her watchful eye so far away, so close. Remember all those bits of life, her youth seemed old to me, she seemed so permanent. Yet she was so fragile … Continue reading Mother

Strike your mark now. Raise your voice to the consciousness of our time. Democracy is perishable, true freedom is fleeting, like a wisp upon the wind. It is precious, divine, yet taken unthinking, by we who have it. The hungry despots are lurking at the edges waiting to make us perishable. February 18, 2020 – … Continue reading Perishable