A little poem I came up with yesterday ….. I’m living the backside of life and looking downRight side up and turned around a book of past lives filled up with sight and sound I smile a relief in knowing that only me in all of history will experience this and be boundA secret tale…
Everybody does it and its a great conversation starter. When was the last time ———? My wife and I talk about the lasts all the time. They work best on long car rides, or cold and rainy indoor days, or as just something to kill time and break-up boredom. But in my thinking lately, I…
Memory, at least my memory, seems to be a set off by trip wires. They are tripped by walking into them accidentally setting off wonderful explosions of memory. Explosions can be small, inconsequential, while others are large, and open gaping holes, buried long ago, reopened. The trip wire is set off by an event. The…