“IT” Changed My World
I can’t understand why she keeps repeating his name. “Harvey. HARvey. HARVEY.” Louder and louder, after his black and gold wind-up Benrus alarm clock ran down, its bell sounds making a decrescendo from shrill to soft to silent. My mom’s voice swells from normal to loud to shriek. As she keeps saying his name…
Happy Birthday Poem
A birthday is a marker of time, An anniversary that is ripe, A celebration of the day you left the womb, To breathe the Breath of Life. To see, smell, touch, feel, hear, and taste, And learn about your world, And as years pass you learn some things, As the map of your life is…
Dear Dad – Happy Birthday
My dad would have been 95 tomorrow. If only he had lived to tell me, to answer my questions, especially, what is life all about? “Dad, you never answered me when I asked about life, when I was 7. Thankfully, I am finding out to some extent now. Better late than never. Maybe you didn’t…
On July 4, Freedom from Tyranny
Keep in mind, before Emilee Klein died, before election day 2016, then Mr. Trump said, “If anyone is terminally ill, make sure you make it to election day to vote for me.” Her response, “If I have to crawl there, I will survive long enough to vote and not for him.” I pushed the wheelchair.…
Song – Satin Doll – a favorite
Most of Duke Ellington I love. I always wanted to perform this one. nmitchk@aol.com
Song – Anniversary Without performed
First time posting one of my songs on this website, I think, but don’t hold me to that. I have about twenty that I have written and about another twenty covers that I have recorded on my channel. This is a song I just posted to my youtube channel. It is about dealing with anniversaries…
About the Tree
About the Tree… One of the things we have talked about in my meditation class is impermanence, how things change constantly. And attachment. How getting attached is human. The two seem to go hand-in-hand. As long as I learn to accept impermanence, and learn to accept getting unattached, I won’t be an anxious wreck all the…
A Whole Bunch of Shit on Shit (Okay, The Scoop on Poop, better?)
As i continue to age, one of the very noticeable changes has been that often times, i have to expend an extreme amount of effort to produce a limited quantity of poop … the expenditure is totally disproportionate (ridiculous contortions, drastic breathing and blood pressure changes enough to produce a stroke) to the results (a…
Poem – Chemo At The End
This came out of both a conversation, and remembering. Rather than seeing this decision as a giving in, if it can be reframed in such a way that the person is not feeling defeat, but somehow empowered, then the time remaining is seen with a different set of eyes. It is not easy to do.…