Monthly Archives: September 2013

My frame coped for a long time Remember how I passed out Passing out in my youth I did not know The doctors did not know In my youth However It was inevitable My appointment with pain Spent my voice … Continue reading →

A privilege to breath your air great tree You’ve permitted a few bushes and shrubs To gather at your feet along with the likes of me I crave to know your thoughts oh great one I am but mortal as … Continue reading →

Listen to the white noise Of white water If you can only be a friend Name the man Who stands in our way I deserve to know that much Unicorn fairy princess I need a man’s name desperately Do I … Continue reading →

 I called out to the Holy One to know if I should give those two stories to the pretty lady. He said No, do not do it. I called out again and something said it would be OK to show … Continue reading →

 The rolling prairie country is still there, open and pure of the destructive hand of man. The natural beauty of it speaks of a demure innocence in this austere paradise. There remains enough to be captured in the photographer’s lens, … Continue reading →

 I made arrangements with my transportation to stop by fast food after psychotherapy. I’ve been in the mood for something curbside, ever since then. The driver acquiesced, and I bought some really tasty food. You would have thought I was … Continue reading →

 By the idea that I characterize her as acquiescent, I do not mean Debbie’s a push over. She’s a lot more woman than that. That the woman is willing to work with me, which is a desirable quality right there, … Continue reading →

Using a rollator helps us with our balance, which we’ve lost, permanently enough. Physical Therapy can do only so much. Using a rollator has become a habit we’re accustomed to, like eating. We’ve become devoted to the support of our … Continue reading →

 I looked into her dark eyes, taking in her entire countenance, without ever dropping my eyes to do it. I had the nerve to tell her she’s the most beautiful woman I’ve seen in forty years. She danced her shoes … Continue reading →