Nothing is something.When I say I remember nothing,I remember the something I forgot~ perhaps not by name but by symbol,by feeling, by chance.Something is nothing.When it leaves, it goesto a place I can’t see, don’t know~ perhaps it comes back, comes again,for a moment, for a while —tender memories beckon smiles.Nothing is not nothingbecause it … Continue reading Nothing is something.
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Beverly
“Can you play some Jamaican music?”she asks — the sax mancatches her question.“Are they from America ora different island?”she asks — me.She hails from Jamaicaon the wings of our lord.55 this years this July.Memory like a trap.Moves like the breezeas the jazz mobStirs It Up.Her grandmother a princess,her father a diplomat,her love for them overflows … Continue reading Beverly
the place
home is the place you feel you’ve always been ~ even when you return amidst the journey — where the hawks and sagebrush greet you with a wing and a waft ~ settling you into that singular serenity.
Bouncing By
The Beatles’ album Rubber Soul guides us through the peaks and trials of a relationship with love – not with a person but with love itself. What is love? How do you define it? How do you know when you feel it? Why do we convince ourselves love is there, or could be, or was? … Continue reading Bouncing By
In Memory
Today’s Daily is an homage to a great man who lived well and died fiercely. Jeffery Horr Johnston was born on October 5, 1951 in New Jersey. He would have turned 70 years old today, October 5, 2021. The following words were written and read at the celebration of life for Jeffery Horr Johnston on … Continue reading In Memory
Species of Value 