Revisited

(Feb. 2006) Do you still remember when we found ourselves lost in this place, blindfolded and numb, yet feeling an old strangeness like when two souls stray on a barren land or near open sea alone? We felt it, the sudden gust of wind that brushed harshly on our skin.  Those unmistakable straws that lay…

The Boy in the Shed

“IT IS ALWAYS the journey, never the destination.” Whoever said that has never been truly home. Whoever believes that has never seen this boy spend the last mile of his “homeward” journey, everyday, wiping tears from his cheeks, hoping to find his one true destination. He never wanted to be his mother’s son and his…

My Pretzel Logic

I HAVE NO illusions of immortality.  Superman is stuff of comic books and I don’t want to be the pallbearer to the Lois Lane(s) of my lifetime.  Pain can be endured, grief is unbearable.  I want my children to live a full life.  Let them be my pallbearers for children are supposed to bury their…