End of the old year

Or is it auld year? As 2018 draws to a close, I’ve found myself with some extra time, the one thing that I could not find enough of just a month ago. I want to find the time to write more, but first some means of employment must make itself known. (I know this is […]

Winter Solstice

The shortness of the day The bleak midwinter gray Glints of light fall from the tip of the icicle To the hard earth pooling and collecting, they lay.

Beginnings

With every ending, there’s a new beginning…

New Eyes

Bell liked trees. She liked how they breathed. They didn’t have lungs like her, or eyes for that matter. But she knew; they saw everything. Trees have different eyes, eyes that you can feel. You can hear them too. When leaves rustle or branches groan. The trees are seeing. They saw her running first, and […]

Very Real

My demons drip down greened fangs, tarnished with time; that grip and strangle old dreams, that slowly die. They feast on my wants, on what my soul craves; They devour my being and destroy my flame; Incessant, they linger, they lurk in my thoughts, they prowl on the edge of awareness, and clamor with the […]

Happy Samhain

I literally cannot believe it is the end of October already! This month flew by and I feel that I haven’t had any time to actually SIT DOWN and write out a nice long post. That’s what November will be for! I know it’s cliche, but I wanted to do a post relating to the […]

Erie, PA Wine Festival

A beautiful fall weekend in Erie.

Autumnal Equinox (September)

The cool, morning mists betray the approaching heat of day. The light fades as the dark gains; Time. Cut in half, the cycle goes; inwards, to the darkness. The trees start their show, the flowers begin to close, slowly and wait. The world holds its breath, hushed; anticipates an ending, not quite final.

South Side Cemetery – August 31, 2018

Even though it’s the 2nd week in September, I wanted to relate my experience at the South Side Cemetery on August 31, as the the oppressive end of summer heat belied the fact that Autumn is starting in the mid-Atlantic. I drive by this (and a few other) cemeteries on my way to and from […]

The Hums of August

Slow, droning, chatter. Mixes, stews, Bursts. Hot and full, the heat oppresses. The greenery, shriveled, wait for warm rain. The night brings other sounds; gentle, familiar. The sadness of summer passing; a lament in symphony.