“…and after wandering 46 years
we often forget stuff
of all types and shapes…”

“She is my home of affection
and serene refuge.”

“time slowly erodes my rocky pathways

of life—hobbling me in narrow meanders

and endless excruciating switchbacks…”

“it begins with a quiet sensation / the odd feel of a distal tremor / then it quickly descends into a panic of total emotional abandonment and physical desperation”

A Haiku on Getting Old…

(Hint—it’s better with a friend!)

“my loving Mother—who knew me well

passed away at a tender young age”