Poem from May 3rd, 2018 it is asolitudeof skyi decidejust nowin the monthof Maybut nottoday Someone said, probably Shakespeare, that “all good things must come to an end”, and so the day of D3’s departure came with nary a hitch, and Sue and I, her friends with him forever, me these last 3 years, stood in the driveway with tears running down both our faces as … Continue reading A 16th: it is solitude
For the longest time, I felt as though there was something I was missing or was missing in me, something, I was looking for in every eye, every guy, every word, as if, this person really, would be the one I’m seeking and the hollowness inside would disappear. Geesh, should have known it was a gad dang bike I was hunting for, would never have … Continue reading The 19th Draft: Before And After Rose
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
Been raining since the dawn, as I began to hear the pitter patter of it outside my window, and so it rained all day. I find myself inside, admiring a refresh of the wee abode, with the harmonizing of my colour scheme and hence given me OOooooMmmmm moments of happiness as I pass through from room to room. Simple things, little things, but big things, … Continue reading … and a 22nd: On Losing A Friend
There are firsts for everything, and so the one resolution I’ve ever made came to fruition, YEAH ME! In the Southern United States, eating black–eyed peas or Hoppin’ John (a traditional soul food) on New Year’s Day is thought to bring prosperity in the new year. … Two popular explanations for the South’s association with peas and good luck dates back to the American Civil War. Wikipedia And did it work? I think it … Continue reading The 32nd Unposted Post: More We, Less Me & Some Black-eyed Peas, Please
Why didn’t I post this? I don’t know, stories left untold, fear of waking the dead? Actually, these were originally three separate drafts from the same day, but I stitched them together. Today Tim usually feels very far away and long, long ago, like a myth, a fairy tale. But, still, he creeps in once in a while, reminds me not to falter, or forget. … Continue reading The 35th: Boho And Buzzard Lore
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
Well, it was May and I had sat here for maybe a minute and a half enjoying the birds at the feeder before the squirrel found it and hence began the squirrel wars. Enjoying the gymnastics was Irish’s new favourite thing, and my obsession, as I tried to prevent it, and at this point I had as well begun to insert my particular slant on … Continue reading And Here’s The 39th: my imperfect self
No idea where this title came from, cause this post has nothing to do with soup, but my titles come first and the rest comes later and often changed at some point to more reflect what I wrote; so who knows what direction I had intended, but whatever. Now, if there is one person I wish I lived closer to, hands down, wish I lived … Continue reading To the 41st: how do you make Soup?
Five months had passed, the winter was gone and spring arrived in the nick of time, the dark days at an end, so was my thinking at the time, of change and moving on. I didn’t post this for whatever reason, instead I posted about hope, and Simple Gifts, and how knowledge is power, just two days after I wrote this. I was not waiting around … Continue reading A Space For The 43rd: the here and now
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
To say the least, this stroll down the drafty lane is an exercise sometimes in throwing caution to the wind and just let it be, let ‘er fly, flow, and this is one of those, I suppose. I had to think about this one for a bit, trying to untangle what the heck I was talking about, and then I remembered, I took a stroll … Continue reading So Saith I This Is The 48th: to fiction or non
This one just kinda jumped out at me from the next in the pile of unposted posts and said, “pick me, pick me”, and so I did, as last Saturday had almost completely fallen headfirst into a horrible, no good, very bad day. This time there were two key differences, and one being that I can entirely lay blame at my own feet, since it was I … Continue reading The 50th And I: how i got through my horrible, no good, very bad day
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