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Two Pieces - If Only and Fireflies

If Only If Only, I don’t have regrets but I know a missed opportunity when I see one. If only I had taken off the harness sooner

May 12, 2026 · 3 min read

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Walk on the Beach

Against the bluest sky I shield my eyes from the sun to see the gulls drop oysters from above, letting gravity do the work of cracking

March 30, 2026 · 2 min read
Reflection

Perplexing Perspective

In the brightness of the city's night, one can't see the stars faint light. Now that you are gone, I am able

March 19, 2026 · 1 min read
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A Wire Tied to a Kite

There is no question that I am at one of the oddest points in my life. I have emerged, I am emerging from a hibernation of

March 5, 2026 · 2 min read
poetry

Come Back To Bed

The eruption of tears, the depths of despair, the endless fog, self-neglect and recriminations have abated, if not stopped altogether, but she is still gone.

February 27, 2026 · 2 min read
Reflection

Back to the Garden

The world was a buttoned up place in the late fifties and early sixties. Fathers went to work in uniforms depending on their professions. Plumbers in

February 1, 2026 · 13 min read
Reflection

You Feel It Too?

You feel it too? The infinite possibilities of the day. Anything and everything imaginable and even those things that aren't could happen at any

December 5, 2025 · 4 min read
Reflection

Bagels & Blind Spots

As I grow older there are blind spots and blank spots. Blind spots in the navigation of a world that grows unfamiliar, and blank spots where

October 31, 2025 · 2 min read
poetry

Haikus | October 15, 2025

1 The leaves are falling, Yesterday's dew, white frosting, The heart longs to share. 2 I sit cross legged, savoring deep cleansing breaths, eyes

October 15, 2025 · 1 min read
Reflection

And the Captain Said

Norma would tell stories, some her father had told her, and some about him. Albert Edward Mackay, pronounced Mackai, was born in the Gorbals on the

October 13, 2025 · 5 min read
poetry

Worthy

I close my eyes and see us in our youthful bliss between the tempest of our teens and our children’s first breath. Friday dinners at

September 21, 2025 · 1 min read
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The Three Marks of Existence

Impermanence: In awe and wonder, snowflakes melting on my tongue, winter leads to spring Non-Self: Expecting the self, the river reflects us all, moonlight has

September 19, 2025 · 1 min read