Christmas Eve. A warm, silent snow falls in the darkness of a small prairie town. A town centered with one strip mall, two barbers and three bars surrounded by houses and beyond that, farmland. At this hour, sixty-two year old Henry, single father and…
ever divining abyss paragon of freedom singular viewpoint does ordain those feet firmly mucked with iron resolve optimism their raison d’etre perceive endless warm days as those ungrounded toes hesitant, ambiguous gleefully seek clouds morose climes a blue sky is there our perception finds…
Will you look hitherto seek regret, for this juncture? Will you look forth in dread, dismay, perhaps death lurks there? Will you hesitate, stuck fast, unable to see a path laying there: planted in the soil, written in the stars. Then unyielding, unrelenting time,…
A final toast, to the buzzing summer spent strolling cobblestones, admiring religiosity-soaked oeuvre in stone, marble and pigment. The affect, impression upon my eyes, my heart, lies further to this soul’s understanding of the grater humanity, rather than doctrine, dogma. No matter, here, having…
as the fog of grief descends, ensconces and detains what drives the heart to choose bearing all while the soul, sundered is intent on any refuge any simple escape its ramshackle carriage riding muddied ruts of an unchanging course pulled by the four horses…
I have nothing but gratitude for our life. In late 2010 I was laid off, and for a year it was a frustrating search for a job. One of the lowest times in my life, I must have sent out 50 resumes a day,…
To my father who served in WWII and his brother who never made it back. Lest we forget.
