“Ruffled feathers and endless squawking over a minor difficulty is typical of a crow’s life. I lean back on the counter and realize that could be my line….”
Trump and chemo have become malignant associations in my mind and there is nothing I can do about it. You might ask what the hell does one have to do with the other? For me, they are impossible to tease apart, although flawed, these are my unencumbered observations.Today I watched the transfer of power to […]
I’m lying in a strange bed, at three in the morning, so tired I could cry. There is no man to reach for in the dark night, I feel lost, and alone. The sheets are unfamiliar, the bed laden with heavy blankets, and somehow I’ve grown accustomed to the sounds of the night that should […]
January is the nativity of order in my house and an end to the surfeit of decorations celebrating the birth of Christ. Time to pop the whimsical bubble of comfort and joy, get back to reality, and my preferred form of daily toil. Traditionally Christmas lasts from Eve to Epiphany on January sixth. Which I […]
At approximately 5:50 am a cup of hot coffee is slammed down on my nightstand, I go through this rapid dream withdrawal, as my mind tunnel surfs to present time. Sometimes my dreams feel so real I have to sort though current memories to see if maybe the weekend came early (nope), if I’m dining at the […]
Living in the Gap 