Night sounds in Somerville
I’m sitting out on my back porch in the dark, drinking a beer and listening to the night sounds of a residential neighborhood. A car whizzes past on the street behind my house; bottles clinking as somebody takes their recycling to the curb; a door opens and shuts; a dog barks and another joins in; … Continue reading
The Lovers
Rod McKuen Up from the pastures of boredom out of the sea of discontent they come in packs like hungry hounds the seekers of the dark enchantment. They haunt the boulevards and bars they pray to wishing wells and stars they ride the hurricane of hope not looking back but on they go. Toward the … Continue reading
time to go
Reading Halley’s reflections on witnessing a parent’s gradual passing out of this world made me think some about the passing of my grandparents, about being ready to go… In old age my paternal grandparents, Wally and Ginny, had a symbiotic relationship that was almost poetic in its perfection: together they formed a whole, sharing one healthy … Continue reading
five a.m.
I was up at five this morning for my second day of rowing practice. Being awake so early these past two days has been a revelation for me. The pace of the whole day changes. The silence of the still-sleeping house – the creak of the floor, the hum of the refrigerator – suggests a … Continue reading
Black and Sun 