My Life is Gratitude–Happiness, My Brother!

May I say I am filled with Joy? Yes I may. I may rejoice in non-violence Of the Tree planted by the water That sinks its roots deep into soil, When drought comes it bears fruit, Love and kindness, this is what I am? Fullfilment of my father’s joy, I am the oldest, My responsibilityContinue reading “My Life is Gratitude–Happiness, My Brother!”

Walking Along the Streets of Hartford I wrote Poems

Last November walking Into another December light Slant lines invisible because Of pain before, so more into my bones, Neck swollen, ears atuned to autumn To compositions of Saint-Saens, his great becoming Organ, the third Symphony, Organ Symphony, wisdom, unfureled Doesn’t care to come as swiftly as age. I was fifty, twiddled half of lifeContinue reading “Walking Along the Streets of Hartford I wrote Poems”

It’s “A Long Ride,” But Still, I Make It Home.

Yes, it’s been a while since I learned a new skill. The question is should I venture away from life’s path of, for me, photography and writing, and try a new skill, or should I stay, and make more graceful what I know. I lean toward staying with the tried and true for four reasons.Continue reading “It’s “A Long Ride,” But Still, I Make It Home.”