“There wasn't some family willing to do this?” Beverly came with me to inventory Capt. Roth’s house. “He had a daughter, but she hadn’t talked to him in years, and she didn’t want anything to do with all of this.” I stifled a sneeze. The dust we were raising was killing my nose. A retired … Continue reading Buoyancy of life
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Sublime chaos
Sunshine and sea breezes Quiet walks alone with my thoughts Peace of mind, no worries, no demands A few hours of meditation, To appreciate the sublime chaos Waiting at home with open arms
Remains of the day
And so it was, as the sun charioted across the sky, sinking below the horizon in a maelstrom of color, and the pale shore birds, in contrast, waded in the quiet surf, nibbling sweet mussels burrowing into the wet sand, that she revisited her life. The events that made up her time on earth, bringing … Continue reading Remains of the day
Winter is coming
“Winter is coming!” She was much too perky with her pronouncement. Wearing that obnoxious Christmas sweater, LCD lights twinkling out a holiday message of good cheer, I wanted to smash her face with that stupid snow globe she was shaking and trying to make me take. “This is no surprise to me,” I kept my … Continue reading Winter is coming
A day in the life
My day begins before sunrise, when the others are still asleep. I patrol the perimeter, looking for intruders and making sure everyone is in bed where they belong. Mom is always the first awake, she never seems to sleep. I need to check on her, to make sure she is okay. If I snuggle with … Continue reading A day in the life
Written in pen
Charts and optimal dates and preferential temperatures. One line or two. As if she could summon whatever it is that makes up the human soul as easily as she could a cab on a busy New York avenue. It was with some irony, that she recalled her years of being ‘good,’ when she naively believed … Continue reading Written in pen
Thin spiral notebook 