Tag: time

I am immersed, caught in time that at moments is as clear as glass, a shaft of flashing life wherein I see my young mother, long before the flight at Kittyhawk,

This morning early, after yesterday having seen the Renoir poster child, Matisse and Degas, et al, I wonder what has transpired. Yes, I was spoken to, I felt th

Have you been drinking? I don't drink, I lied. You didn't have a little something at your brother's? It's the season. I don't drink. His light shone in my eyes

Down from college, the young man sorts through the closet filled with past treasures, willingly shedding grade school mementos, small ceramic attempts, unused p

I'm 73 with limited energy. The fierce struggle to get the floors done is over. The party was a success. We gathered and talked of aging, dying, the hoped-for a

Look here. Now. Do you see? The time is at hand. Wake up dummy. Drink coffee; eat a bagel. Think possibilities. Outward not inward.

I am next to the palm tree just before the slope down to Silver Street before it was uprooted, before the middle girls were born, before the first letter of the

We sat in my daughter’s comfortable home and talked of what made me a pacifist, my non-combatant military experience and the lieutenant colonel in New York who

Sue told me. I laughed and said I’d write a poem about the idea. There is some- thing command- ing about Christmas conjuring childhood memories. Of course, I ma

Perhaps it was the old Sand Dunes Tavern, the uniqueness of living in so unconventional a manner. Or the realization that we were different which came to me ear