We hover in this waiting place Where time stands still Between the here and the after Earthly concerns fall further and further away As...

Erik Erikson places me squarely In the eighth and final phase Of psychosocial development My rapidly approaching death Has provided...

Our wish to keep her here with us Cannot stem the tide Of sand running through the hourglass Beckoning her to the other side  ...

If you are wondering where I've been for the last many months since my most recent post, I have been writing. Ignoring my blog, my...

The heat and lack of rain earlier this summer were a real challenge to those of us who enjoy gardening. Thankfully, the dry spell seems...

I wrote this after my step-mother died from complications created by a life long smoking habit. Goddamn, I wish I had a cigarette. Just...