Evening falls the match aflame and the whisper brings around the memories long, long past. Memories of childhood and a warm woman standing in what seemed like a huge kitchen. Today you know it would be tiny but not to your childhood memories. There expanses of formica stretched and cupboards where a tiny child could…… Continue reading Afterglow

Winter’s Forgotten Love

Among the many changes in my life has been the number of people I love who no longer know me. Sometimes I pass through a stage of fire, a stage of grief or a stage of anger. But if I loved them I eventually stand on the shore and let their memory go and try…… Continue reading Winter’s Forgotten Love

At the end of my days

All things come to an end The mayfly’s dance so short and sweet The slow existence of a star for whom we exist in the fraction of the atom’s face Seeing god’s glory We leave this world alone as we came in, Perhaps a little heavier with the memories we have accumulated Perhaps a little…… Continue reading At the end of my days

Who am I

About the only thing I’ve found consistent in my life is change mixed with unpredictability. I never thought I’d speak about my secret shame, then I surely wouldn’t transition, and then maybe not SRS despite wanting it before I knew about it. Along that route I picked up an unwanted hitchhiker in Parkinson’s, yet it…… Continue reading Who am I

Two hundred ninety five

Sometime over the next two or three weeks the counter will flip and I will have written more than three hundred posts. Non fiction mostly with a solid ┬ácount of poems. Enough to fill a book, which is incredibly shocking. I wasn’t much of a writer, I still remember going to the Dartmouth bookstore, having…… Continue reading Two hundred ninety five