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No matter what’s going on in life, sitting here always mellows me.
This place, this magnificent part of earth where I can unwind while
the salty sea... On the right side of the right house on that top floor is that porch I speak of here Notice what the blonde on the right in the photo is doing....Leah always had fun....this is from one of our past Christmas Dinners A Sad Poem About Memories Of Past. Growing Up With Disfunction . On a whim and a short five hour drive, I headed East to the sea. Got off work Saturday night about 8PM. I knew time was short, but I am free to do as ... I have a video of the ceremony that I will post as soon as I can get tech support in New Jersey to figure out why the software that came with the new ... Ten weeks after the passing of Leah, the Box Of Memories became a reality. Now six weeks later the video has also become a reality despite Camcorder p... Upon my return from probate court this morning; I stopped and walked a field filled with the magic of silence. I prayed…I listened…I saw many things. Simple reflections of life in week four of cancer treatments as seen from the back deck of past hopes and tomorrows dreams.
I used to think I knew what it was to come home to an empty house after Leah passed away and entered into the presence of Jesus. I used to think that ... This will be last Installment on line. I will be devoting myself, to three and four thousand word blocks instead of the five hundred blocks you see no... A true experience in my young life and later foretold by a shaman to seek the white owl, he will come as a symbol, a picture or the actual bird...
When I lost my wife of nearly twenty-five years to cancer three years ago I totally shut down. I became a hermit, I became mad at God…I became m... More than fifty years ago, my father hung a tire swing from an oak tree simply because I asked him to do it. That''s the way things were back then. ... With Easter day being tomorrow, thoughts of resurrection fill my mind. I think back to a day
three years ago when
I made a death bed visit
to see my m... Photograph taken by, Theresa Koch
Arizona V.A. Cemetery May 30th 2004...
What makes the desert beautiful is that somewhere it hides a well.
*Antoine de Saint-Exupery When I was a kid there were a stream of men that came to our door, they were always called by the job then MAN. I was inspired by J. Allen Wilson’s poem, “I Remember Young” to write this poem “THEN and NOW” in which THEN was my younger years from 18-35 and NOW i... A poem in memory of my Dad, Al Eisnaugle, who passed away on Sunday at the age of 61. After being with Jan for the last two days in the hospital, my heart sinks faster than a setting sun. She is being prepped for pancreatic/ gallbladder... |
