Poetry Collection One 2019
MY HEART HAS GROWN Her soul forever with me, I feel her in my heart Physically no longer present, love and spirit never apart She sees and hears and knows, what I think and what I feel, Sometimes I recognize the signs, sometimes not sure they’re real Her soul now lives as part…
On the Eve of Emilee’s Second Death Anniversary Sam & Ick Talk (Talk Seven) – Sometimes – Grief, Hunger, Ache, Soothing
Sam and Ick (Talk Seven) Sometimes Sam: I ache sometimes Ick. I recognize it a little better than I used to but … the ache of grief… of loss recent or not … it is a familiar ache and I know you know what I am talking about. Ick: Yes, Loss is an…
Start with Religion and Politics, End with Religion and Politics
Start with Religion and Politics, End with Religion and Politics The entire concept of Christmas, I don’t want to say Christianity, because I don’t want to limit it to Catholicism, but if I go back to the beginning, the concept is that God or Spirit, whatever you choose to name it, came together to…
Why Christmas Eve Service?
What happened last year, was repeated again this year at the Stony Creek Congregational Church in picturesque Stony Creek, Branford, without any preconceived expectations that it would. From the setting and the sermon of the Reverend James, to the singing of the carols and hymns in the beautiful and cozy church, I was moved…
Sam and Ick, Holiday Feelings
Most people want to hear happy stuff. And I do laugh every day, it’s on my list of requirements. But I want to attempt to describe an emotion. It’s a little bit of a mix I think I need to talk to Ick about this. Sam (Seasonal Affective Management): Ick, I am feeling…
Ned’s Dad’s funeral
The hole in the ground looked much smaller than his dad was tall. He wondered if they squish the body inside the coffin to make them smaller, so the grave hole doesn’t have to be so big and the cemetery saves space and they can fit more graves. But the hole did seem deep. …
Racism, An Uncomfortable Subject
A few comments on racism I was in the middle of this line of thinking when the post I was responding to got removed from the writing site that had incited a little bit of heated banter back and forth. I did not wish to engage in a conflict, but I felt drawn to…
A Little Boy’s Nightmare
The Setting: Six-floor elevator brick apartment building built in the 1940’s, 730 Rodgers Avenue, just North of Linden Boulevard, Brooklyn. 1963. There was an open stairway with enough space between the banister and the floor above so that you could look down in between that space from the top floor to the bottom…
Poem, Lost My Flow Let It Go
Lost My Flow, Let It Go when your stomach is all bloating cause the food you ate is still floating around inside for too long and your hope turns to desperation as your brow drips become overall perspiration and your intestine’s singing songs you remember you took three cups worth of powder that’s supposed…