Category Archives: aging

Not I

It had to be somebody else— that picture they said was I; he was old and paunchy, looked like he should be chewing a cheroot in a rocker, cracking wise about the good old days on the porch out front … Continue reading

Posted in aging, Poetry, serial, thoughts below ground | Tagged , , | 2 Comments

face to face

The armour lies in a heap just inside the door like sweaty hockey equipment at the end of the season. There across the shoulder the memory of a mighty blow by some now dead foe the once gleaming battle-sword now … Continue reading

Posted in aging, lotus eaters, Poetry, serial | Tagged , | Leave a comment

for a while, yesterday

For a while, yesterday, the only explanation was the cat had stolen the keys. We were headed out for a grocery shopping session, to stock up on various items necessary to life and limb. But we couldn’t leave because the … Continue reading

Posted in aging, Poetry | Tagged , , | Leave a comment