Elder Wisdom For A World Gone Mad

Well, it finally happened, discovered late in the morning yesterday that it was in fact Saturday. Surprisingly that was the first day I got confused. It did come as a bit of a surprise, as I was thinking Thursday, or possibly Friday, but not Saturday. Which means Friday was a blur, went by without notice… whooosh. I think I remember washing the floors in the … Continue reading Elder Wisdom For A World Gone Mad

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The 21st: Before The Dawn Of Simplicity

Progressing through these posts, one by one, with a little trepidation, and reading each only maybe twice through, first to read and then again to fix the most garish mistakes and not touch them again, after adding my two cents, or a dollar’s worth.  Of these days of early spring I do recall but hazily, as consumed was my mind on that leaving of a … Continue reading The 21st: Before The Dawn Of Simplicity

The 38th Mistake: Doing What You’re Not Suppose To

I’d forgotten, actually, that he used to show up at my door late at night, drunk. This feels like such a long ago and far away place, but it is only just under a year and a half old, and maybe I was too ashamed I guess to post it, as by this point it was supposed to be all done and dusted.  Almost, but … Continue reading The 38th Mistake: Doing What You’re Not Suppose To

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The 44th Draft: how to love a dying man

One theme, one prevailing right from the beginning, the first theme, the theme that started it all – death. A recurring theme. Like the dying and those about to die, those who have loved ones who are dying, all seem drawn to me, over and over. Long and in-depth encounters, or brief liaisons with strangers beside one another at a bar shooting the breeze. I … Continue reading The 44th Draft: how to love a dying man

75th Draft Dredged From The Bowels Of My Blog: It’s Not Just The Colour Of The Leaves

This purging of the posts is rather cathartic, seeing the number drop away, this one, that one, gawd no that’s not staying, all into the trash. Originally dated October 11th, 2014, I had lived here just over a year, and it was days away from the 2nd anniversary of Tim’s death on the 18th, that month of loss and many griefs were upon me. As … Continue reading 75th Draft Dredged From The Bowels Of My Blog: It’s Not Just The Colour Of The Leaves

Never Fall In Love With A Mean Drunk Artist With A Broken Heart

Back when I was 19 I thought that when I fell in love that, of course, it would be forever. Prince Charming would waltz in at some pre-ordained moment, magic would spark and the very air would tingle, and, and, yeah, what a naive putz I was. So far has not worked out that way. Not by a long shot. Love, actually, has been as … Continue reading Never Fall In Love With A Mean Drunk Artist With A Broken Heart

Confessions Of A Caregiver

When I first met Tim his life was about drugs, music, late nights and alcohol – and it was that life that ultimately killed him. I’d always been attracted to the music scene, and still love the energy of live music. Thus it was that I became entangled in the life he led. Yet, in time I realized that Tim’s life was not out front, but rather out … Continue reading Confessions Of A Caregiver