Burnt orange sunsets Faint smell of familiarity lingers A hint of electricity airborne Strolling, linked by our fingers — Breathe in and savor her scent She laughs, and my frown lines remain Plenty of grey and freckles Gradually time becomes a binding chain — No matter, life burns inside out Feeling are sharper and sweeter … More Older Love
Oh Claire, why can’t I tell you? Revealing my soul, coming clean You catch me looking at you, yes I’m bewildered My words tangle when I say what I mean Oh Claire, of course I stare When you glance in the mirror I see more than your reflection Even my life becomes clearer Oh Claire, … More O Claire
Moments are hopeful, wishful. Time is a demon, independent-minded. Not doddering, but cagey. Memory blinded. Inventing reassuring stories. Lost in our own shadow. Gray, ghostly sunsets. Missing flavors of the rainbow. Keeping ourselves at arm’s length. Leaning on a crutch of a dream. Safely for any tomorrow. Circling on the Gulf Stream. What is gone, … More It’s Never Too Late
Searching, what do I give to you? Days, I pondered and debated Showing, we are a blended two Perfect, not too little or overstated — Learning, the rhythm takes time Imperfect, a misstep and unforced error Knowing, we won’t always rhyme Retiring, the wayward wayfarer — Asking, my unabashed story Searching, for magic lasting years … More For the Asking
You know the theme music from the 1970s television series, Taxi. Jazz composer Bob James wrote the theme (“Angela”) and a few other tracks that appeared on the series, he released those along with some other tracks on an album called The Genie: Themes & Variations from the TV Series Taxi (1983). James has released … More Bob James: Taxi
This spinning orb glues us down Planted on this habitat we call home In moonlight, tides rock back and forth Overcrowded, yet hunter/gatherers we roam — Invisible forces, magnetic pulses Trusting what cannot be seen Billions of stars alone in space More perfect than any machine — The human heart is the only true power … More Heavy Rotation
Time is no longer on my side It won’t wait for me Nor fit in a bottle And too fast to see Time is a disappearing act Here one moment Then a faded memory Too late to lament Time washes the record Details fall away History turns to gold Truth is just hearsay Time is … More Time Is…
I don’t have to look for changes, they have been blitzkrieging me for almost two years. Change and I are not friends, we do not like each other. Not all men hate change, but I’m scratching my head trying to think of an example who does not. That’s a generalization of sorts, but I still … More Ch-Ch-Ch-Changes
In a matter of days, I retire from my fulltime job. Twenty-one years is the longest I have ever worked at the same job in my forty year public service career. I could have retired several years ago, but the timing was not ideal. Funny how a complete makeover in your life suddenly becomes the … More Retirement (Recalibrating)
I promoted myself to retiree Life is a whole new dance card Suddenly I’ve misplaced my purpose Rudderless, with no on-duty lifeguard — Mondays, just another free day Fridays, part of the perpetual weekend Adrift in a sea of vacation Calm, absent any wind — What will I do today? Same as the day before … More Captain of the Gravy Boat
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