“…Except for the point, the still point, there would be no dance, and there is only the dance.” T.S. Eliot, At the Still Point of the turning world To tell you the truth I’ve come through a few dark nights but in the middle of them I have asked the question: “What’s the point?” Perhaps […]
Seven Years to Seven Minutes
“It ain’t dying’ I’m talking about, it’s living…” Gus in Lonesome Dove Hold on, there’s a good and true ending. Let’s say your doctor tells you (God forbid), “You have seven years to live.” Here are the four questions I had to ask myself when I did this exercise: Where will you go? What will […]
A Thunderstorm in Mentone – a Poem for my Father
The wind is different tonight. The leaves on the trees move easily. Summer rain cleans the horses grazing the wet grass in the pasture across the road. I saw lightning for the first time in months. It looked like a ragged tuning fork, and I felt the thunder roll through my body. Today, in a […]