Seldom does one of these nearly write themselves, Like this one did, or one in 2002 that took ten minutes. 5, 4, 3, 2, 1, 0… Found there is a part of me that is a mystery, that has lain there undisturbed for the longest time, with all feeling and seeming...
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I'm not sure where to begin, although changes have come hurtling down, we have been through some things together and stood through stormy weather with trunks of memories. We might have missed that ship we were supposed to be on, and as they say, maybe the...
Shadow Play
The beginning of The La Union SagaSitting here upon a wooden chair at this corner table, with my back against the wall, able to see the door and all coming and going, and catching a brief glimpse of her in those shadows across this smoky room. As I lean back against the wall, both watchin...
One cold misty early morning heard a warning bourne in the air, in an age when, and in a place where no one seemed to have an hour to care or spare. As the days now seem to be growing shorter as well as colder instead of longer and warmer at this turning...
Feeling my arms brought behind me and bound by heavy chains, as you lock them tightly in place so I can’t move with a lock that has no key. Knowing that no-one except you or I can see those heavy chains that are binding me, as I hear you ask me how long I...
I ain’t losing track of what’s important and I don’t think I will be heading back to where I started, and along the way someone said that life was simple but it sure as Hell wasn’t fair. I just need to follow through and do all that I can for my heart won...
Bob Dylan wrote and did a song called: Rainy Day Women #12 & 39, And nowhere in his song is heard the words: Rainy day, women, 12, or 39. Finding myself waking at the break of day to a coffee scented morning here in Paris, propping myself up on an elbow u...
Mardi-Gras 1: The Telescope of Charon*
A Speculative Look at Purgatory (The Middle Ground Between Heaven Hell)This one was an idea I have toyed with,- And was triggered after reading a short story about the concept, As well as Larry Niven and Jerry Pournelle’s version of Dante’s Inferno, Which kind of set the things in motion you see here as an idea come to life....
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The phone call mentioned here really took place Sitting here one summer night and staring at the blinds after having hung up the phone. Thinking of the call from an old friend who had a question as the conversation turned to music and concerts we saw, and...
Sunday finds me in my usual pew awaiting the procession to the altar for the start of mass. As I notice a conversation taking place two or three rows in front of me, just like a scene from Schindler’s List. Which has me recall what they once told me about...
Tannhauser Gate
A Kind of Love StoryStanding here at the foot of these ancient worn stone steps, that lead up to those massive black iron doors of the gate that stands there. Flanked on both sides by walls having rough hewn images carved on them which have been nearly erased and blackened b...
When September Ends,- Walking here in the North Country Fair under grey skies with the temperature dropping to hover somewhere below zero. Walking down the hill that will take me to the “heart of downtown”, I can see across the sheet of ice that is the ha...
Nightsong,- Everything seems to have come crashing down and all things have now come face to face- After having been woken by a deep trembling in the earth beneath my feet that has shaken all the great foundations, as I see lightning strike out on the far...
Feeling at times as if I were on the run, and somewhere along the way the skies changed from blue to grey. Causing me to think back to those times and places that were left behind along with that West Texas skyline. Where lights shining up from the Missio...
I seem to have been searching all of the passing days as I make my way down the line, trying to find those things there in my mind as the days slowly turn into night. Remembering when I leaned quietly in a doorway in the shade of the sun’s dark light, and...