Remember when we sat together? The late afternoon light always softened and faded as the day shifted to evening. Our bodies moved and vibrated, fidgeted and settled, then were still. Our voices rang with endless analog layers and in every timbre and tone. We smelled each other’s perfume, soap and sweat. Our eyes saw depth, … [read more]
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.