Conflicted

Every evening my ma would sit me on a stool, run her fingers lovingly through my hair and brush with gentle downward strokes. Her tenseness and agitation would lessen with each stroke of the brush and each sip of Jack Daniels. “You’re my little angel” she would repeat over and over as if in a

Metamorphosis

Seven is my number of power. I’m not sure why. Some mystical significance in an ancient spell long forgotten. Some random number chosen by my mentor, long since departed this earthly plane. Who knows why we adopt certain attributes and habits. But butterflies, I have no trouble understanding their significance and power….and I now have

Infinity

Once upon a time, at the intersection of infinity, I chanced upon a tiny planet circling a tiny star. I was surprised to discover strange forms of elemental creatures had evolved on this planet. These elemental forms scrambled around the planet devouring each other in an effort to sustain its existence. I marveled at the

Undulating Patterns

“In three words I can sum up everything I’ve learned about life: it goes on.” ― Robert Frost Life is a series of undulating patterns rippling through time and space. A Bayeux tapestry of battles fought and lost, a few conquering heroes, but mainly foot soldiers in a never ending war. In the past a

Remembrance Day 2019

I saw you fooling often in the tents With fair disheveled hair and laughing lips, And frolic elf lights in your careless eyes, As who had never known the taste of tears Or the worlds sorrow. Then on march one night, Halted beneath the stars I heard the sound Of talk and laughter, and glanced

Brainwaves

Veronica was the love of my life. We married within two months of our first date. A week later she was dead. I sat in the hospital chair holding her lifeless hand. The doctor, his comforting hand on my shoulder, offering words of consolation. ” Such a tragedy for one so young. All the scans