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”
Category Archives: prose
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”
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”
Walk on the Beach
Against the bluest sky I shield my eyes from the sun to see the gulls drop oysters from above, letting gravity do the work of cracking them open on the rocks below. Todd’s Point is at the end of a narrow rock-walled road where the driver of the oncoming car shakes their head as weContinue reading “Walk on the Beach”
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”
The Hudson
Winter has pursed its lipsand blown across the surface,freezing waves in their wake. A river with tides that has carriedfleet Viking ships and hulled-out tree trunk canoesflows back and forth at the whim of the moonlong past the time man floats upon its surface. I gaze west across its watersand hush the whisper of unease;havingContinue reading “The Hudson”
A Wire Tied to a Kite
There is no question that I am at one of the oddest points in my life. I have emerged, I am emerging from a hibernation of sorts, and as I shake off the Rip Van Winkle fog of sleep, I look around and nothing is as I left it before she came into my life.Continue reading “A Wire Tied to a Kite”