I read this recently…. so lovely it captures what I have been trying to pen in a million rainy days of rolling ink. I have loved and lost, likely many who don’t even remember my name. I may not remember theirs either. Years will do that. Wine may do that. Light flickers though, and memories heave forward in time, playing out in perfect recall. I keep them in my lightning bug jar, for they are mine to keep. They are all beautiful. They create the layers that matter. The layers that created me. The Layers BY STANLEY KUNITZ I have walked … Continue reading For The Gypsy Soul
Using laughter to heal.
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Hello November 17th, I’ve been expecting you. It is actually the eve of November 17th, 2017 and that means only one thing to me. 50 arrives with the next sunrise. I write this on a rainy night here in East … Continue reading Weathering 50
I had a bad feeling when I awoke this morning. The world felt a bit out of balance, phased in the wrong direction. I attributed it to a weird dream that seemed a cut out of American Psycho, in which I was being chased around in a warehouse by a man dressed in white. Everything around me was white. His clothes. My clothes. The walls. I turned to him and said “Is this a killing thing? This is a killing thing, isn’t it?” He smiled sickly at me and said “Yes.” I woke up upset, feeling nauseous, and as if … Continue reading Not Again
It’s eerily quiet here in East Haddam. Now. But that was not the case 12 hours ago. 12 hours ago, I was headed for my basement to hide. For those folks who know me, they know I revel in a good … Continue reading Bombo Mambo Night in East Haddam
Mornings start like this. Grab keys, phone, kids, hit the road. We have a 45 minute commute to Guilford schools from our house in East Haddam, CT. I don’t mind one bit. Of all the commutes I have, this is … Continue reading Lost Keys? Excellent.
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