Clouds cluster, warn of coming storms. Having been shut in for days, I am anxious to get outside. Trusty camera carefully secured around my neck,
Category: poetry
Poetry on Aging
Originally posted on Michele Sharpe:
“Old grandmother with gray hair and a wrinkled face closing her eyes in black and white.” by Cristian Newman on Unsplash Aging is…
No Race Today
Left leg on strike, brain disengaged, energy scrounging for re-charge coming up empty Body derelict – this illness sensual agony – forgive my silences, any
Reverse Solitudes
Loneliness – abandoned and rejected, grieves unrestrained, then hesitantly, willingly, opens to possibility, discovering hope, connection, in solitude – not alone in solitude connection discovers
Sacrilege
How to separate oneself from church, from religion – the indoctrination, like skin so firmly attached…yet… there is testimony, and doubt stirring, encircling – stories
When We Meet In Heaven, Dad (2)
I picture it: a convention of like minds, congregating, sharing, aspiring to betterment. A conference of healing, for the newly deceased – like limbo, only
