Monthly Archives: August 2019

Only with you can I piece-up a quilt from a thousand swatches of joy. With prayer, love and care, I will stitch all the stitches in the calico rainbow that ends on our bed. (…in the calico rainbow on our … Continue reading →

“Move along, folks. Nothing to see here,” says the cop in the long black robe and hoodie, holding a scythe whose only purpose is to keep the traffic flowing after another of those fated accidents where someones string runs out … Continue reading →

The words priests use to stumble around the Mystery are our best-worst-case-fall-back from the kneeling bench. They are all we really have that’s real to speak of how we feel, short of being, “In the Presence Of”, what ever that … Continue reading →

The old Fox Squirrel playing clean-up crew under my back-yard-bird-feeders and I have a budding relationship. (Not exactly mishpouka, yet, but gradually, we’re getting close) He no longer runs when I walk outside through the back-porch-door. (That was in the … Continue reading →

The luxury of a quiet morning in a comfy bed is neither lessened nor enhanced by company. Each a treasure of its own kind. The sweaty leisure of satisfied flesh, the thoughtful pleasure of a thinking mind. No precedent-conflict here … Continue reading →

Wet Dreams are gone. Marathons are run. What’s left but a stroll in the evening sun? Weight plates hang on racks. I got to take care of my crumbling back. Pace maker’s tickin’ Pulse rates low Hearing aids workin’ Memory… … Continue reading →

I remember an afternoon I spent with my Grandma-Rose, Fathers Polish mother. I’d taken the #12 bus across The Bronx from City Island to her apartment near The Grand Concourse to help her shop for groceries for the coming Seder. … Continue reading →

When you tell time, what time it is right now, do you say how many minutes it is after what the last hour was or how many minutes it is before what the next hour is gonna be? 11:45 and … Continue reading →

Nancy and I sleep on our old king-sized four-poster bed, slats crossed above our heads, draping linen lace falls around us, a soft cocoon waiting morning chrysalis Each corner’s topped by a chess Bishop finial held in place by antique … Continue reading →

A confidgity convocation of Carolina Cardinals converged on the feeders in my back yard, co-mingleing with Thrasher, Finch, Blue Jay and Chickadee. They communally bathe in the concrete bird bath, as as a stone-face-Buddha sits serene at its base. They … Continue reading →