Monthly Archives: March 2016

The gap between the tick and the tock is all we have on the face of the clock. In the sum of that silence, a brief absence of sound, is all of our living till our time comes around. The … Continue reading →

No! Please. Not yet the Fall. Spring slipped swiftly by. Summer, but a sigh. Now trees trade their green for yellows, russets. First frost fell hard just yesterday. Canada Geese call. Soon comes winters gray. Crystal coffin waits for the … Continue reading →

Childs play is serious business. Todays sand castle is blue print for tomorrows skyscraper, trumping puny tenements on our cities skylines. Vulnerable sand walls, doomed against inevitable waves, will, some September, stand strong against the surge of another Katrina’s wrath. … Continue reading →

Plane travel is different. Pillow clouds, quilt farms, flat sheet ocean. Trains allow for fast flash photo, details suddenly appearingdissappearing, close observations, rushed by but registered on the retina. Today it’s the Metro North Hudson River Line. Pin tailed duck, … Continue reading →

There is no tiger in the hall, hidden behind the bedroom door. No snarling, no growling, no awful roar, no claws that shred and maim. There is only life. An ache, a pain, strife, a son,40, at home, a daughter, … Continue reading →

I spent yesterday shredding Mother in her bank statements, medical records, nursing home requirements, medicare bills, collections of old Christmas cards, hundreds of magazine pictures…. What did I save? Birth certificate to date her start. Marriage license to prove, maybe, … Continue reading →

Dear, dead Dad said, “Life: the accumulated non-fulfillment of our expectations.” But he was a walking drunk, a functioning alcoholic, drowning horizontally as he swam out beyond the surf line. Sometimes, sober, he started to look on the dark side … Continue reading →

Life is full of them. The sparkling diamond in a rock pile. The shinning quarter in the pocket of a rented tux. The ancient silver cross beneath the crumbling cathedral. Shimmering minnows schooling in a tidal pool. Yep, life is … Continue reading →

I googled soap and perfume to discover their inventors. Who first thought of cleansing bars and other smell preventers? Turns out, An IRISH lass named SPRING was first to shape that ZEST filled thing while she sailed the IVORY, COAST … Continue reading →

The humid breeze barely breaking the heat, the whispering shimmy of leaves, the street noise, a motor cycle gargling by, slowly fade to quiet. But the needle beaked hummingbird perched on a twig for five, maybe seven, heartbeats will forever … Continue reading →