The Short Distance

Time is not on our side. The clock is ticking–counting down. Life began in a flash, and it ends the same way. We breathe in life, and exhale our demise.   The heart and brain. The skeletal structure. All of the fibers and… the blood.   The imagery gathered by the eyes that examine. The mind that translates. Tasting, touching and feeling; sensing what our … Continue reading The Short Distance

Two-Way Street

Tell me, my friend, what it’s like being me Have I forgotten what I had chosen to be? Perhaps–outside, looking in–you know better than me Maybe I’m the one who cannot see? Tell me, my friend, how does life look through my eyes? Does the vision you have speak as clearly as mine? Maybe I should step away and give you my mind and see … Continue reading Two-Way Street

Superficial

What kind of love is defined as you go about your days? Do you view love as an emotion that slowly fades away?   Do you find love in your nights as you hit the bar in town searching for perfect face and body– one night–to comfort the daily frown?   Is love found in the food: pizza, burgers and fries? Do you like what … Continue reading Superficial

Ashes To Ashes

Saturday night alone Just me and the thoughts at hand Reading the writings of my father His pen, his marks, scribbled firmly onto his yellow sheet I sit and stare into the fire The mysteries pass before its light My dad: no longer like the wood that fuels the flame like the thoughts that passed away with him like the pen that scribbled his voice … Continue reading Ashes To Ashes

In The End, Most Of This Doesn’t Matter

I watched my grandfather, who lived to be 93 years of age, lie in bed after his wife had passed. He was dealing with a lot of sorrow after she had moved on to her eternal life. He would just stay in bed most of the time. I had a few limited interactions with him within those few months between my grandmother’s and his passing. … Continue reading In The End, Most Of This Doesn’t Matter

Valor

My personal life has been nothing short of dangerous. From the beginning, the mess my parents had caused- the ongoing physical and mental abuse between themselves while I sat helplessly on the sidelines, with no comprehension of why it was taking place- set me up for a dysfunctional life that is still, at times, resonating throughout my current days. Forty years later. Times, much like … Continue reading Valor