If life were just a story,I would write a happy ending. Yes, the hero and heroinewould be soot-marked,their clothes in tatters,but they would beembracing in the silhouetteof a full moon, a harvest moon. I still cry at all the partsyou might expect,knowing my Hallmark sensibilities,those I was born with,and a few more developed along theContinue reading “Stardust to Starlight”
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Shaped by Myths, Masters, and Mystics
We live in a world shaped by stories told, retold and retold again. By the time they reach our ears they bear little familiarity with their origins. Tales that might even be based on some kernel of truth but more than likely were first envisioned in the mind of the victor to keep those vanquishedContinue reading “Shaped by Myths, Masters, and Mystics”
Two Pieces – If Only and Fireflies
If Only If Only, I don’t have regrets but I know a missed opportunity when I see one. If only I had taken off the harness sooner and followed you on your wild escapades to far off places. Trips to Iceland mud masked at the Blue Lagoon, the Netherlands where you stayed with Arlene atContinue reading “Two Pieces – If Only and Fireflies”
Grateful Rememberings
I am struck by the enormity of the love I have received and only know its breadth and depth by the chasm that lies empty now. The sweet tenderness of my grandmother, a dollop of sour cream in a bowl of borsht only served after she would hold my hands in hers under warm soapyContinue reading “Grateful Rememberings”
Celebrating Earth and Your Day
And so, my love, it is your birthday, not that we began your celebrations that day. We often started on the first of April, sometimes before a daffodil was spotted, but not before the shelves of stores carried Easter eggs and stuffed bunnies. I will celebrate you in the woods this day. It rained thisContinue reading “Celebrating Earth and Your Day”
A Glimpse of Tupelo Honey
It doesn’t take much,a random thought,the first notes of a Van Morrison song,or a thousand others,each tied to images,to memories,the soundtrack of our story. I can see your lips move,your hips move,and I begin to sway,as I feel you pull my heartstrings toward you. Yes, I am smiling,and yes those are tears,made from grief, gratitude,Continue reading “A Glimpse of Tupelo Honey”
After A Life Well Lived
The face now etched from a thousand smiles, the lines on brow from eyebrows raised in wonder. The sharp pains that jab on my right side recall carrying the younger on my hip to chase the elder before he crossed the curb into traffic, both grown strong and tall, not sure how many times weContinue reading “After A Life Well Lived”
Spilled Wine To Remember
This morning holds more than memories; they are imprints etched into the very fabric of my soul, kept safely in the chambers of my heart. This year the celebration of our peoples freedom and the anniversary of my fathers passing sit one day apart. The significance of this holiday is woven into strands of DNAContinue reading “Spilled Wine To Remember”
Love Letter to My Sister Suzie
March 29, 2026 Ever since I can remember, my sister, three years my senior, has been my guide and defender. My first playmate and my interpreter. She spoke Danny and would patiently explain to our parents what it was that I wanted. She held herself to high standards and set an example for me. TheContinue reading “Love Letter to My Sister Suzie”
Reflections On The Journey
I gaze in wonderat the reflectionthe journey etchedin black turned gray I crashed through lifemore instinct than inspirationsurprised to rise againfrom each disasterstunned at my good fortune I’ve lived amongBut never withEach gaggle and its myths Instead I’ve learned the dialectsOf their deceptionsAnd wore a patchwork cloakof myths of my own creation A poet warriorContinue reading “Reflections On The Journey”