Monthly Archives: March 2016

I have less time to live than I have lived, not counting those other times. If I’m lucky enough to reach my early nineties, even ninety five would be fine so long as I know who I am. where I … Continue reading →

Here I am praying to trees again, listening to their kind council coming in soft sighs, coming in howling screams. Why not trees? They are as God, so much bigger than me, their voice is Her voice. She is pleased … Continue reading →

I love to pal around with Nancy. To run around, play around dance around, kiss around and around and around with Nancy. If this was England, I would wager a pound that Nancy loves to pal, run, play, dance, kiss … Continue reading →

The old songs still sing themselves in my soul. As other mighty fortresses of faith crumble in my mind, the old words and old melodies echo in my soul. “Lead on oh King Eternal” “Amazing Grace, how sweet the sound” … Continue reading →

Deer, nibbled the purple passion down to the dirt. A pot of oozing stubble is all they left. They didn’t touch the hosta, clematis, lilies, pot’o gold, the not yet budding black-eyed-susan or bee balm. I’d spread milorganite on the … Continue reading →

Why don’t deer dine on dandelions, or graze on grass, or just trim the forsythia bushes? I mean, why just flower beds? Tulip buds, hosta leaves, almost open lilies? I mean, one mans garden is another mans weeds. Why won’t … Continue reading →

Just to start anywhere, Nanking, the brutal rape of thousands of Chinese women by the Imperial Army of Japan. Auchwitz, the cold blooded murder and cremation of millions of Jews by the men and women of Hitlers army. Dresden, the … Continue reading →

At twenty-three I was best man at my fathers second wedding in the United Nations chapel on 46th Street. His soon to be sister-in law was maid of honor. She was beautiful in that ” Black Irish of the fairies” … Continue reading →

My father, a widower, married my wife’s mother, divorced, in Trinity Church last year. They are not so old… SURPRISE!!!!! They had a son, Michael the 3d. (Grandpa was the 1st, Dad the 2nd, I am Kenneth Michael but Dad … Continue reading →

Would that the ponds mirrored surface, the silent, breezeless meadow be just that. But pause for a peaceful moment. Wait for the flash from beneath the glass, the sudden rustle in the carpet of grass. A dragonfly swallowed in the … Continue reading →