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Playing it Safe
Social situations are a minefield in which the slightest misstep can result in things blowing up in your face. I picture the situation as a narrow path - the "safe" area in terms of what I can say or...
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Still Young at Heart
Realization recently struck me like a slap in the face from a wet fish - I've been far too serious lately and it has been contributing to a morose malaise. The cure? Cast off all sense of grown-up...
View ArticleI Aten't Dead
Still here. Just having trouble gathering my thoughts into a shape coherent enough to write lately; makes me wonder if the cracks are showing. Not enough hours in the day, nor enough days in the week...
View ArticleOn The Edge
Unbroken path leads backThe way I came while onEach side the land runs outTo fade in distant haze.In front of me the voidAssures oblivion,Patiently awaitingThat last small step of mine.I don't remember...
View ArticleThe Support of Friendship
I fear that this Diamond Jubilee weekend just gone has left me sadly out of sorts with the upheaval and disruption to my regular routines. I accompanied a group of friends to London on Saturday, a...
View ArticleLosing Patience
Several times, especially in recent weeks, I have been put in an awkward, discomfiting position when out socially. One minute I will be feeling at ease among friends and then one person will start...
View ArticleScar Tissue
The sharp bright pain of fresh woundsGrows dull with time. Though they healThe scars are left as scrapbookMemories.Each one a window on the pastThrough which the hurt still shines,Less intense: scar...
View ArticleTo My Friend
I've said before that I don't form attachments easily; well, over the past year I have been fortunate enough to gain a new friend. There are very few people to whom I feel close enough that I would...
View ArticleWriter's Block
Blank page stares back at me,Taunts. A mocking challenge,Battle of wills. To seeHow mighty is the penWhen faced with emptiness.
View ArticleBreakdown Timebomb
Handling strong emotions is extraordinarily difficult. Trying to keep them under control - rein them in - is like trying to close a suitcase packed with so many clothes that they threaten to burst out...
View ArticleThe Hollow Man
Ever read Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance? I did, several years ago. There was something about Phaedrus' ever deepening search for the essence of meaning that resonated with me. Being in the...
View ArticleThe Great Escape
My wife doesn't understand me! Well that's not an unusual thing for a husband to say. But in this case I am referring to something quite specific: my love of science fiction and fantasy.I have always...
View ArticleWaving or Drowning?
I drifted far out from the shoreWithout a thought nor any careFor where the wind and tide might drawMy broken heart: I turn to stareBack on that place I left behindWith few regrets. What is there nowTo...
View ArticleKindred Spirit
Come sit with me and we can watch the world go by;That's all I ask. I won't mind if you want to trySome light discourse, then later we might take a strollAnd pass some time there by the river as it...
View ArticleDuty and Responsibility
Sometimes I think about leaving this life with its burdens and responsibilities. No goodbyes; just go ahead and do it. There is no respite, no rest from labors. To even suggest it meets with...
View ArticleThe Third Degree
Believe me, being in a non-verbal state is as frustrating for me as it must be for anybody trying to communicate with me. It is usually a symptom of stress, of emotional overload, so the worst way to...
View ArticleWith a Little Help
If happiness in life dependsOn finding comfort where you may,Then most of all you need good friendsTo brighten up your darkest day.If loneliness should reappearAnd threaten to extinguish hope,Don't...
View ArticleNew vs Old
That's progress for you, march of time,The local that we knew so well:A dozen years of dirt and grimeReplaced by light and new-paint smell.Old habits live on, so they say,The people still behave the...
View ArticleHandle With Care
Brittle tranquility, a fragile egg-shell existence from moment to moment. Trying not to think about the instant when it will shatter under the weight of my suppressed feelings.At times I can go for...
View ArticleLost in Transit
Footprints clear in the crisp snow;I follow, hoping to find my wayBack to the place I came in.The path winds on and on;No end in sight. Until at lastFamiliar sights greet me.I have been here...
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