Category Archives: aging

so vague the final breath has gone so cruel the silence in the room so hard the softly sinking lung he’s dead the words become so last those tears so cold so hard so past so slow so old so … Continue reading →

In my two childhoods in this life I have had a jacknife. To carve and whittle with great care and carry everywhere. When I ran around in short pants jacknife was my best friend: He could cut a stick off … Continue reading →

Taking her time crossing the intersection heading north up the street as we waited to turn the corner; at first inspection she was pale grey elderly: hair, eyes, face, coat, hands and expression all grey all day. In my rear … Continue reading →