If you lived an eternity in each moment, he wondered,why wouldn’t that mean you’d only ever live for a single … More
Tag: #Time
The Boy Who Stayed
My strongest wish – I’ve never thought so hard about it –this first day of the New Year, 2023, the … More
New Old Dog (I’m still struggling)
For one, you were a sleight-of-hand magician,and I still haven’t figured out all of the tricks youpulled, a tribute to … More
The Ghosts of Christmas Past
I lie and watch TV on Christmas Day with no desire,really, to glean anything of value from it, not understandinghalf … More
Latte Days
She sells coffee as a living at 22 young years,this whip-smart barista with the green hairtoday, red hair yesterday, and … More
Madison WI
I’ll be back next March 2023, aftera three-year hiatus has cost me time. It’s become a kindly drug that worksto … More
From Time to Time
He woke up crying, rocking in his bed,unable to stand, let alone walk,and he wondered would he ever be ableto … More
Softening Music
Grampa sits on the porch rockingHums songs from back in the day when he sang themFull-throated, lung-topped and smiling breathlesslyFeeling … More
Reflections
Amazing how so much dust and grimecoat the surface of a wall mirror.Lying on the floor, I could easily see,but … More
Missed Miles
Travel catch-upFrance friesChina frailsIreland fleetsNorway wavers Korea warnsAntarctica whelms Yesterdays of anytimeDesire returnedAche in the plane seatFatigue flying time zonesDay after … More
Speak with the Dead
I quit watching the clock some time ago. Factssuch as my age, or what day or month or yearit is often escape … More
The Clock on the Wall
Exactly a year from now, I wonder ifI’ll be sitting at my computer writing something?I believe I foresee a good … More
Introspection Dialogue
You look at me as if what you seeshould make you mean something moreto you than what you are. I … More
The Rice Eaters (for GB)
They sit bent over a creaking teak table top,this old pair aged out in days, near the limit,eating simple fare … More
labor under old love’s illusion
unblinking at a new moonmoving thin skin outlinesilver sliver shimmering roundperfect, the odd center of it allmilky, muddled, blotchy, shadowedtaken all … More
To the Rescue
You didn’t finish the yard work, only half the bedroom’s painted.Dishes lie in the sink, and you hear the bathroom … More
Unwound
My legs are tired, heavy.Each step’s more a slog.The clock slows down.Someone forgot to wind it.Used to stay on top … More
Reunion
There are never more, of course, always only fewer, as it is in this life, so it goes, the some … More
To Place a Face
I am standing in line for coffee. Even though the social distance floor dots have disappeared, everyone stands a decent … More
Time’s Gift
It’s that late hourBeer in handThe yard work done againI watch the close of the faded irisPurple and whiteNot as … More