The Rituals of our Remembering

In the shadow of Autumn In the season that invites retreat With red leaves shed like tears To pool beneath The ages old arms Of ages old trees We light a candle   We light a candle for you Who loved the flickering promise That dances in the flame’s orange-blue heart   We light aContinue reading “The Rituals of our Remembering”

The Roads we Travel

This is the road The yellow brick road The highway road The speedy road The road down which we run Towards the mirage of some future self The self we would become   This is the road The barren road The straight and narrow road The road that leads us on To the walled cityContinue reading “The Roads we Travel”

On death done well.

I reflect on my dad, as always, as we approach the anniversary of his death.  How is it seven years have passed already?  I had to look it up. It seems impossible, but time is relentless. It moves us away from things and blurs them in our memory. I have the sense of him oftenContinue reading “On death done well.”