John made a number of beautiful wooden boxes with lids that swiveled from one corner, every one unique, built by his hands, of various hard and soft woods, lovingly finished, each. These boxes were intended to hold ashes, John’s primarily, he told us. When he was dying four years ago he showed us his works-in-progress, … [read more]
My final evening I’ll leave only a shadow fading in twilight -Geoff Shōun O’Keeffe 昭雲 July 28, 2019
Time passes, doesn’t it? Or, it seems to. Perhaps it’s me. Most often, I can’t see it happen. Like watching the hour hand or stars on a clear night or my kids age. “Weren’t you just thirteen? What the hell?” I drift off and Orion is over there now. I notice only in retrospect that … [read more]
The following is a story I created, not intended to be considered as history, but rather to make a point. After today’s tragic fire at Notre-Dame, some suggest that, due to inarguable past sins of the Catholic Church and a decided world-wide western bias, perhaps we should not rush to rebuild this iconic cathedral. I … [read more]
Outside my windows Pine trees dance under blue skies Showing me the wind.
This Is All I Need A Brief Meditation on Desire and Death For whatever reasons, I don’t have a bucket list of places to go or a list of stuff I want to buy or goals I need to achieve before I die. Perhaps I never did. I mostly always just did the next obvious … [read more]