I prefer the autumn months
I like watching the sun rise over the rooftops in my town, and below,
the trees switch into color and the limbs become bald.
The leaves Continue reading
Monthly Archives: November 2013
After the Saturday Shift
It was another long day in the life of this building engineer.
I was out the door by 4:45 and already moving across the 59th street Bridge before 5:30. The sun had yet to make its appearance, but at least I had Continue reading
Changes
I am starting over and beginning a new chapter. This is where I learn to refine my trick and work on my craft.
Change is not comfortable to me. Then again, Continue reading
Insomnia Prose
No one can set me apart and say whether go forward or stay behind.
That job belongs to someone else…
I remember when I found myself on my knees. I could feel my heart Continue reading
A Quick Note From the Tattooed Minister
Man on the third floor –
I don’t know you well enough, but my silence is only a way to back out without exploding on your ignorance.
I overheard you say, “I would disown my son.” Continue reading
A Thought From Work
It was years ago…
Someone created a replica of a nighttime drop-box to cover an actual box on the side of a local bank. The replica was placed Continue reading
A Son’s Ramble
I used to sit in a coffee shop on 7th and write letters to my Mother….
She moved to Florida after The Old Man passed. Said she promised him she would go. So she did.
She was on her own for the first time in more than twenty years. There was no one for her to care for. There were no clothes Continue reading
Sunday Morning Coffee Prose
“Time it was and what a time it was,
it was a time of innocence, a time of confidences
Long ago, it must be, I have a photograph
Preserve your memories, they’re all that’s left you”
Bookends by Simon and Garfunkel
Each decade comes with its own fashion tragedies. They span from Continue reading
Saturday’s Thought
I look out of my window; stare at sunset above the houses in my town, and quietly sip from my coffee. I put in more than 60 hours of work this week. And that’s a good thing…
Someone asked, “When did it click?”
If by click, they meant change, then I am not sure how to answer.
Change comes after Continue reading
For an Old Friend
It was hard to see yourself as blessed….I get that.
Your eyes saw what they saw and your heart was caught in the conflict.
Am I right?
They say, “It is easier for a camel to fit through the eye of a needle than it is for a rich man to enter the Kingdom of Heaven.” That’s from Mark 10:25
But you were not rich. I’m not rich either, but we both knew what it meant to serve two masters.
We’re the same you and me
…..too afraid to change
too afraid to let Continue reading
The Written Addiction 