THIS LIFE

“The rooster must have been a parrot, since his call came at two in the afternoon. I tickled your ribs and you began to unravel, until I slipped out of your warm cocoon. You made me an omelet with cheese and bacon. I learned that I love you, but I remained speechless. We watched, from… — read more

September 1, 1955 was Labor Day. The following day was my first day of school of any kind and I was apprehensive.  I had seldom been around other children, had no friends, no anchor to anything, walked with my head pointed straight down, and was very uncomfortable when around anyone other than my mother’s parents.… — read more

The elderly man sits in the predawn light, at his decrepit old kitchen table, between an oversized and opened screened window and an ancient screened door which is opened to the backyard, but not to the insects who live there.Sitting in near darkness, he can feel the morning’s soft breeze entering his kitchen and caressing… — read more

People speak of the speed of light, but the speed of life should be your concern. While you are preoccupied with things you think important, your life is flying to its end. — read more

Am I hungry or empty? — read more

Many decades ago, I stood behind this “empty” structure in the bright midday sun. But it was as if I stood in a spot, which was deep in a dark cave, looking out to dimly see daylight in the distance.A dark presence of evil and foreboding gripped and threatened me and all I knew to… — read more

Glorious existence without evil is promised. JESUS became flesh, taught, suffered, allowed HIMSELF to be murdered, and defeated death to provide the way for you.You have only to accept HIM and live as HE taught, if you want to escape this world. — read more

Sixty-eight (68) members (that I know of) of my high school senior class are already deceased.My closer friends had supposed I would be the first to go and soon after graduation.All but one of those friends are gone.I remain…It would be brutal and hilarious, if I outlasted all. — read more

At the age of four, I sat in the grass, leaning against a fence, behind our house on Emerson Lane. I was there alone, because loneliness gave space to think. I’d never had playmates or friends, except two dogs who had come and gone in succession.My goal at that moment was finding a way to… — read more

There is a room in this house, which is filled with memories. In my home, every space is populated by what once was, but no longer is. And, in the one olde chamber, physical artifacts and other evidences of her mercurial existence reside.Meanwhile, I remain, trapped within. — read more