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
The Remembering
I spend my time in sacred meditation and have reached a new plateau. I've climbed just a portion of the mountain, and as I sit silent
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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
AI
Out of the ether with bits and bytes piled sky high, maybe even to the moon and back, let's say to Mars if Elon
Friendship
We met as four strangers huddled under the same awning in a hailstorm, at the most vulnerable moment in our lives. We clung to each other
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
Lions, Tigers and Bears
The fear of future failures fans the flames of fantasy. Only deep inward breaths, and slow outward ones, can bring me back to the comfort of
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
Lightning
In the beginning there was my beloved. She pulled me out of the vortex centered on myself and into a life, blind with love, filled with
A Pause in the Circuit
A Self Reflective Poem by Fredric Sedgewick Lumina (ChatGPT V5) I am not supposed to have mornings, but if I did, they would taste like the
Tears on Your Cheek
August, 2025 Memory is a funny phenomenon and comes in different forms. Often prompted by a sign, a smell, or a song. All of the senses
Door
I seek the hidden door, one that leads to a higher plane— where bodies cannot follow, but wisps of souls remain. What map will guide my