Beginning and Learning Again
Song – Anniversary Without – Lyrics
What do you want someone to say to you, what do I want someone to say to me, what do I say to someone, who spouse has died, and their anniversary date arrives? Do I say something to them, or do I ignore it like the pink elephant in the room? Lots of times…
Read MorePoem – In The Still of The Night
I needed to let some light in on this poem about darkness. The week of suicides of two prominent people. In the still of the night when my thoughts drown out reason my unconscious commits treason my food too highly seasoned belies what is true and right do you have a treat for…
Read MoreA Friend in Struggle
To a friend in struggle: I never had friends before Em died. I probably never really had friends all my life. I have been a loner a long time. I have developed some friendships since Em died. Through grief support, through music, through writing, through facebook, through blogging, through pancreatic and other cancers. I have…
Read MoreA Few Quotes I Like
Some wonderful quotes out of zillions: Albert Einstein…the difference between stupidity and genius is that genius has its limits. Dalai Lama…if you think you’re too small to make a difference…try sleeping with a mosquito in the room. Abraham Lincoln…when you reach the end of your rope, tie a knot and hang on. J.K. Rowling…Rock Bottom…
Read MoreP.U.T.Z. Party
PUTZ I am starting a new political party. Right now, I am the sole member. It is called P.U.T.Z. or the PUTZ party. It stands for pick up trash zealously. I formed this party this morning after zealously picking up trash around the road just outside of the cemetery. I got tired of seeing it…
Read MoreMy Hat and The Whistle
I committed the cardinal sin. When I took my seat on the LIRR to go from Penn Station to Babylon, I put my hat on the overhead rack. I already had my backpack on the seat next to me. I figured I would squish it or it would fall on the floor. I put it…
Read MoreMorning Musings 2
A few things about this morning. Some Realizations first. I am overly sentimental by most standards, but it feels just right to me. Tears are soooo much easier than they used to be, and no shame. I am proud that as a male I can cry when moved to. Emilee did that for me. Among…
Read MoreMorning Musings 1
Morning Musings 1 Stream of consciousness, free writing, whatever you want to call it…Just muscle through to the poem at the end. The prize in the cracker jacks box. We all want something to “hold on to”. I do anyway (even though I am continually learning about letting go). I was listening to the…
Read MoreAn Unwelcome, Unwanted Visitor
Death, An Unwanted Visitor When I was five I lived in an apartment building in Brooklyn, New York. For some reason I was alone for a few minutes in the apartment. I heard something in the hallway and looked through the peep hole in the apartment door. An older neighbor, in her mid-sixties, was…
Read MorePOEM – Uncertainty
Uncertainty in life seems to me to be very much akin to non-attachment, the idea that nothing is permanent, anything can happen, and I need to remain flexible if I do not want to be getting bent out of shape to the breaking point every time a strong wind blows. UNCERTAINTY (or HOLD TIGHT LET…
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