It’s Never Too Late

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

For the Asking

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

Ch-Ch-Ch-Changes

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

Turn Back the Clock

A sizable number of Americans want to fire up the wayback machine and go back to the 1950s. Not just visit, but take up residence there. This is more than nostalgia, that warm and technicolor memory when you think of a family holiday or think about your favorite TV show or birthday dinner. This is … More Turn Back the Clock

BeforePlay

Imagine a rainbow without rain Seductive moonlight in daytime A miracle predates a prayer The hour arrives with an unexpected chime — Memories exist preceding hello Enjoying clues to this mystery Still warm from those fingerprints Living familiar history — Feeling a tickle in my soul Could I have dreamed you? Keepsakes before we ever … More BeforePlay