White-cossack

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Monday, May 22, 2006

He just closed his eyes

And smiled, Jim always had a smile for everyone, A Gentle Man, a Christian Man, an Honest Man, His wife Virginia stopped me in the store and gave me a hug, She said Jim wanted me to know he understood my calling, She said that evening he watched the blue white lightening of a distant thunderstorm,... Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, April 29, 2006

And the sheep wore coats

This morning I awoke to a new chorus of sound in my yard, and I looked at my wife who had shaken me to wakefulness, "You have to see this" And so I arose and dressed, As the chorus grew louder, Baaaaa Baaaa Bahaaa, Thirty-one sheep All wearing coats to keep their fleeces clean, Being wise I went... Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, April 25, 2006

HAMAS and Peace in the Middle East ....

Well it is not going to happen anytime soon, of that we can all be assured, it just is not going to happen. No big revealation there, however there are still people out there who believe it is possible. Now I have been called "a dreamer" by many but even I can not see it happening unless... The... Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, April 24, 2006

I have to tell myself it doesn't flipping matter anyway...

I get a bit "growly" at times and am tempted to let loose a stream of language that would make a twenty year bosun's mate smile with pride. I once told my wife I could cuss in seven languages but liked to cuss in French because the language can sound as smooth as silk. My wife being the wonderful... Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, April 17, 2006

A Season of Hope

And so it comes again, Spring brings the flocks of robins to the yard, While Sparrows and blackbirds chatter brightly, Grass greening with the April rains, Leaf buds are opening on the old willow tree, And on the twisted branches of the olive tree, The grape vines did not make it through the... Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, April 6, 2006

A Brillance Beyond Blue

Jim is looking frail, But then he counts his years at eighty and four, Such age should be excuse enough for his slowly bending frame, I sit behind him at church, always, and focus, letting slip the silver white light, Every time he turns to look at me, with a broad smile and sparkling blue eyes, He... Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, April 4, 2006

When they don't come home

My daughter was crying, It seems the US Airforce 477th EOD has discovered war, Iraq.... Iraq.... Iraq, I can only shake my head sadly, One dead, one critical, my daughter knows them both, just weeks ago she was at their unit party, laughter and joking, music and friends, and now one is gone, the... Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, March 29, 2006

Djinni and the Memories of Fire

Two wars, different times, same place, different people, same place, different goals, same place, He talked of people, Whose eyes showed fear and rarely... Exhultation. I talked of the desert nights, the waiting, dig a hole, fill a hole, dig a hole and wait, laying in the sand like a sun basking... Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, March 10, 2006

I dreamed last night

Of Robyn, How odd, that thirty-four years have passed and she should visit me in my sleep, A hot Miami summer night, fingers roaming over her body, the freckles on her breasts, the crystal blue of her eyes, the warm sweetness of her breath. I would not know her now, she could walk past me unknowing... Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, February 23, 2006

change

Immutable Change A son returned, not mine but mine all the same, His wife and children scattered and clumped, The busy talk of wives and shouting four year olds. Remembering his old life, the cop, the servant, the guardsman, Silence between us for a season, then outside to walk, The high desert of... Sign in to see full entry.

About this Blog

I have a tendancy to write in different moods, as do us all I think. For me writing is like breathing and so as you look at my work you will find everything from questions to rants and quite driftings. At fifty I have already lived far longer than I ever expected and yet inside this fifty year old body resides a heart and mind still dreaming as I did at twenty and five only it has a bit sharper edge to it. Life is about growth after all is said and done. It is my hope you enjoy my work however if you don't, well we are all different and at least you took the time to look.

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