When You Are Old

When you are old and grey and full of sleep,

And nodding by the fire, take down this book,

And slowly read, and dream of the soft look

Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;

How many loved your moments of glad grace,

And loved your beauty with

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Both Sides Now

A Joni song I remember hearing my young mom play on her record player and occasionally sing to herself. It always sounded “sad” to me.

Today, older and wiser, I’d describe the tone as “melancholy” and perhaps “world weary.”

And depending on how i’m feeling, I sometimes sense a dash … Read the rest

Dearly Departed

I’m up on the big green couch. My feet dangle over the edge as I lean against my dad. Dust and cigarette smoke sparkle and slowly swirl through the bright beams of sun coming through the window behind us. On the coffee table directly in front of us, folded pages … Read the rest

AT THE SAME TIME

While we talk
thousands of languages are listening
saying nothing

while we close a door
flocks of birds are flying through winters
of endless light

while we sign our names
more of us
lets go

and will never answer

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Do you remember

“Can you tell me your name?”

“Do you know where you are?”

“Do you know why you’re here?”

“What do you remember?”

Life can be a dream, if only my precious plans would come true …

I’m … in bed covered with a thin blue sheet, the room is dark. … Read the rest

Today was a beautiful summer day and the little girl and I had an adventure of sorts. A beach day with a twist. We clambered over a long jetty out into the surging sea to watch men cast baited hooks and lures far out into the blue water as boats … Read the rest