I consider myself friendly. The online psych evaluations with titles like “Know Yourself” confirm I possess a high level of agreeableness. It’s got to be true! But it’s rare for me to turn a coworker into someone I’d consider a real friend. It does happen from time to time, but … Read the rest

Please don’t tell me you sleep here.

OK, I won’t. But, I do. I have for … a while. As basements go, I could do a lot worse. The couch however has seen better days.

When my daughter insisted she wanted a sleepover with eight friends there was only one … Read the rest

“Hope” is the thing with feathers –
That perches in the soul –
And sings the tune without the words –
And never stops – at all –

And sweetest – in the Gale – is heard –
And sore must be the storm –
That could abash the little … Read the rest

After great pain, a formal feeling comes –
The Nerves sit ceremonious, like Tombs –
The stiff Heart questions ‘was it He, that bore,’
And ‘Yesterday, or Centuries before’?

The Feet, mechanical, go round –
A Wooden way
Of Ground, or Air, or Ought –
Regardless grown,
A Quartz contentment, … Read the rest

The Bustle in a House
The Morning after Death
Is solemnest of industries
Enacted opon Earth –

The Sweeping up the Heart
And putting Love away
We shall not want to use again
Until Eternity –

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“Perspicacity is a penetrating discernment —a clarity of vision or intellect which provides a deep understanding and insight. It takes the concept of wisdom deeper in the sense that it denotes a keenness of sense and intelligence applied to insight. “… Read the rest

I’m in the audience, a dozen rows back from the stage. All eyes forward as David Byrne, grey hair, greyer suit and barefeet, sings “This Must Be the Place” while his deconstructed band dances around him. It’s a beautiful song.

“Never for money, always for love … ” And … Read the rest

Last night I took my daughter out trick or treating. I held the flashlight while she raced from house to house. Occasionally she’d hold my hand if she saw something scary – blinking eyes in the bushes, creepy mannequin propped up on the porch. We meet more friends and go … Read the rest