Posted on July 20, 2023May 3, 2024 Me, my thoughts are flower strewnOcean storm, bayberry moonI have got to leave to find my wayWatch the road and memorizeThis life that pass before my eyesNothing is going my way
Posted on May 4, 2023May 4, 2023 I may learned to relax and enjoy life, dear, but I’m still a Victorian. All I would say is don’t neglects us elders in your writing. We are humanity’s depots of wisdom. We are its Pyramids and its Parthenon. But if you ever describe us as sprightly… I’ll ask Leslie to shoot you.
Posted on June 1, 2022June 1, 2022 The haunting memories of lost love. May I? Lights? Our eyes met across the crowded hat store. I, a customer, and she a coquettish haberdasher. Oh, I pursued and she withdrew, then she pursued and I withdrew, and so we danced. I burned for her, much like the burning during urination that I would experience soon afterwards.
Posted on December 12, 2021December 12, 2021 What is it you want, Mary? What do you want? You want the moon? Just say the word, and I’ll throw a lasso around it and pull it down.
Posted on December 25, 2019April 30, 2020 The river flows into the ocean, and turns to waves. Waves surging and receding, without end. Our lives are like the waves. We live, we die, we are reborn. Soon your father’s body will be a silent corpse. But like the waves, my life will not end. Like the waves your father will travel to the shore of the next life. His body may die. But his life is eternal.
Posted on November 10, 2019November 10, 2019 Our lives are streams flowing into the same river towards whatever heaven lies in the mist beyond the falls. Find the joy in your life my dear friend; close your eyes and let the waters take you home.
