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Look to the dreaming Tend the smallest seed You hardly can see it, your spectrum so small Hold out the palm of your left hand in welcome And maybe the shy thing will catch in your sleeve And run through the wash, watered by your neglect Sneaking around behind you, and shaking Out with a [...]
Could the unifying factor be that I’m in crazy in love with each of these magnificent souls? And since it’s easy to love people we don’t know, such as artists, entertainers and such…this poem is the call to awareness of the unloved parts of ourselves…and others… that just need a little bit of light. I [...]
Fissure, cut bait Already. Edan Kai, 3-almost-4, and Jason, his Buddy, get Edan his first fishing pole, April 2009 in Denver. Grandma Beth just thinks everything that little guy does is remarkable. That’s my job. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Ok, ok, if you want a little less tongue in cheek take on the prompt, fissure, here it is [...]
My mind with your eyes Your mind with my eyes Cracking open a fissure Between the ego and the self; Until I know not where I begin ….or never end. Written in response to this week’s prompt “fissures” at One Single Impression, visit OSI for more amazing takes on this prompt. ]]> Bookmark [...]
the way i see it, it might start with a gift. A delivery. An unexpected thing, wrapped up tight, but not necessarily neatly, and it might or might not have your name on it. It might be box-shaped, and it probably won’t be dripping, but it will be out of the blue. So your child [...]
I can’t help but think fondly of those two books that came out – in what, the early 80s, maybe? – One was called “Real Women Don’t Pump Gas” and the other “Real Men Don’t Eat Quiche”. As a junior high school student looking for clues on what real women do, I devoured them but, [...]
I remember April of 2002. How could I ever forget? The hoopla of it all. My ex-wife Pam was excited about the CBS program “60 Minutes.” Both of the local newspaper- The Palm Beach Post and The Stuart News- ran articles about the local girl on the network program. Desperately Fighting Cancer the segment was [...]
Sometimes instead of a straight prose diary, Taylor wrote a poem that encapsulated what she was going through in treatment. She favored couplet rhyme. The following is from… Taylor’s Diary October 18, 2000 The doctor gave the news today with such a somber face, They told me that they all would pray and leave me [...]
How Fathers Become Marshmallows Taylor is a few months old. She is bobbing atop our mercurial waterbed, cleaned and wiped with a fresh diaper that I have changed and I am alone with her in our bedroom. I marvel at those big eyes. How did she ever get such big eyes? I lean over to [...]
During her treatment for brain cancer in 2000-2001 my daughter Taylor and I kept diaries; she until shortly before her death, I until shortly after. Some of you folks read my story “Conversation in a Car” several years ago, but this memoir is entitled “Daydreams and Diaries” and alternates between Taylor’s diary and my daydreams [...]
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