Monthly Archives: January 2015
Words
I have learned to love words. When I was growing up, my parents always had a few copies of the Reader’s Digest stacked on an end table. They were conveniently stacked right next to the only heating vent, so they served as ready entertainment when we came in from the cold to warm up. (Well, … Continue reading
1/1/15
And in the embers of 2014 lies an old friend whom I can’t stop missing, a cousin who touched lives, a friend who lived life fully, My mother’s 100th birthday had she lasted, And a risky dance with Barcelona. All grist for the mill, dust in the corners of this room, Swept now, in this … Continue reading
Morning Assembly
The choice is always ours. Then, let me choose The longest art, the hard Promethian way Cherishingly to tend and feed and fan That inward fire, whose small, precarious flame, Kindled or quenched, creates The noble or ignoble men we are, The worlds we live in and the very fates, Our bright or muddy star. … Continue reading