Monthly Archives: February 2008

It’s nice to be so sure of heaven. It must be! Yet certainty has defied me on my journey. There was a time I sought to have assurances — took on THE CLOTH believing: as a A MAN OF GOD … Continue reading →

The wind out back is blowing fairly fiercely. Bird feeders swing — erratic pendulums. Three finches there are hanging on pecking at those holes that promise seed. Claws grip tightly those protruding dowels that give them perch. Then suddenly the … Continue reading →

There are no fences here where twenty houses circle Thomforde Park. Folks are slowly funneled through them then often move to smaller places geared to meet increasing needs of trying to survive. One discerns within a little while the friendship … Continue reading →

I can’t control my memory. You can’t control yours either! ‘Tis as if ANOTHER lives within me visiting me with thoughts and scenes. And some of them I’d rather not recall. Each day we meet within my head conversing in … Continue reading →

As this pen journeys left to right, I pause — the back side of my hand I see: veins looking blue, as if they carried ink — skin protruding, stretched upon some bones — skin more wrinkled than it was … Continue reading →

We can’t help it. When tornados touch down close to us and people die and we survive we need an explanation for our lucky situation: “The grace of God” or “An angel” or “When your numbers up your numbers up”. … Continue reading →

Since waffle irons have been installed in places where travelers spend their nights and then indulge in breakfast I note that heavy folks are drawn to them far more than the slight. It is a sight to see them pour … Continue reading →

How is it going to be? Would it matter if we really knew? “Up there” — “Over there” — “Somewhere” — “Nowhere”. We furnish “life beyond the grave” with hopes and dreams — are forced to think about it more … Continue reading →

If I marvel at all that’s in the air, invisible — all the ways we see and listen to the world with just some “clicks” I marvel more that I can go back many decades to hear the rain beating … Continue reading →

When words flow like a waterfall pouring from an unfamiliar mouth (almost a stranger) and you’re beneath the flow with hardly any place to go you sneak a look at your watch hoping that your furtive overture will somehow make … Continue reading →