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

The Hammer

Slowly it started its fall Degree by degree it moved through an arc Described by Sir Isaac, refined by some others Soon to hit the anvil Releasing the power inside It was swinging slowly now This great weight, tons of steel Toward the single point waiting the moment Patiently What would happen? At the end…… Continue reading The Hammer

A Day of Bones

The start, the end The year circles like a snake, tail to mouth Reaching infinity, reaching nowhere, traveling forever without motion The dawn breaks with a flare of horns and we are blinded by the spirit An adulation rises from the crowd that prays for mercy, healing, help The light rises over head and the…… Continue reading A Day of Bones