Monthly Archives: March 2016

Better life through chemistry has erased the romance from suicide. Our knowledge of seratonin, nuro-ephrenephrin, floating the brain in serenity. When unstable, take a pill, zanax, perhaps, not the end of a rope, the passionate leap. Bouts with depression, a … Continue reading →

Life, you will make a death of me. While I yodel through the years, laughing, drying tears, resigned to so many beginnings without endings, though some fruitions, some harvested fruits, but constantly reminded of cold, dead, white winter coming, when … Continue reading →

This flesh, these bones, organs, this brain shrivel, dry to dust. What took a lifetime to become disappears in days. But what remains rockets acrooss the cosmos, through more dimensions than we can imagine. Until, not so far off, mere … Continue reading →

Floating in their graves, saved embryos of Resurrection await their fullness of time. Quickened by salvation, no hard labor needed. Winged mid-wives merely open tombs to bring forth infants into glorious rebirth, trumpet the toddlers through air sparkling with diamonds … Continue reading →

My dreams, of late, grow louder, almost choral. I have ceased being deaf in my dreams. And old. And cranky. Dreams grow younger when old men dream.

Alchemic time turns brunette to silver, athletic to spry. In due course, old couples morph to twins. Then they are one. They have won! Enemy no longer, the clock melts. Soon, only the soft waiting place desired.

Think not, when curtain falls I disappear Imagination wed to memory births a thriving world, where, running through its streets and forests, come the images of our play, where it echos in the hearts of the audience and I live … Continue reading →

The invisible devisability between dream and dawn is preparation for the moment between breath and death. Shrouded, shimmering line, crossed vaguely between seconds, braces us for that finale’ when we slip from time to eternity.

I love that my wife loves me. That’s one of us. Maybe, since someone that lovable loves me, there’s hope.

I believe God appreciates doubt. Doubt makes faiths prayer the sweeter to Her ears.