Rites of Passage

Our experiences being handed up to rising stars, our youth, progeny, future. Media of all types and norms, hieroglyphs, petroglyphs, visions of the future recreated from past. Inspiring and witnessing greatness and passion

Never Spent

Colors fading, roe depleted Vibrant purpose Still within Another life Another season Regenerate a generation From without and then again From within Progeny bolting forward Not one but all Around again Know from what they came A scale from one to ten It only counts if you're counting From without and then again From within

Uncle Johnny

He died in July of 1980 when Norin and I were on our honeymoon in Tahiti, but I didn't know he was gone until we returned home two weeks later.  "Johnny died" my mother whispered over the phone.  I was sitting on the burgundy Victorian sofa in the living room of the house I rented... Continue Reading →

Departing Gifts

I didn’t want to start it like this, but sometimes we can’t control how things need to happen. My mother died 33 years ago, when she was 57 and I was 30. She had been an alcoholic most of my life, at least from the time my first major memories began at five. She probably... Continue Reading →

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