“Hut. Hut.” Rhythmic words of a musician
playing football with his #22 son, who
bear-hug tackles his father,
husband I lost.
They move on the field in a line of seamless
grace, one a reflection of the other,
point and counterpoint, inseparable
even in their divergence.
Sweet, beautiful melody unsung for we three,
divided family. Haunted, hidden,
is it there even now, inside these
fragile music-box hearts?
On the field it is 4th and 10. My son risks
it all, makes the catch, holds on loosely,
then takes the fall. Transfer of possession:
painfully beautiful.
In harmonic silences like this I can
almost hear forgotten symphony.
In harmonic silence ... I guess we can hear a full orchestra and sometimes sounds from other universes blend into our live ... if we open our hearts and souls to this means of escape ... sometimes in panic ... sometimes in resignation ... sometimes in sorrow and sometimes for love of all kinds ... What is your sometime today? Bill
Deputy Dave Jenkins investigates the murder of local high school principal, Jerry Egge, but this is a multi-faceted novel that deals with spiritualism, romance, friendship, and children who fall through the cracks.
"Murder isn't usually this
The deep-dive literary meditations presented as stories, poems, and essays in The American Poet Who Went Home Again, A Mosaic of My Soul at Work, have captivated and inspired readers ever since its first paperback publication in 2008.
Five years have passed. The sequel to the award-winning Chapel of Eternal Love, this book revisits the same couples in the first book, and where the lives have taken them since they left the altar at The Chapel of Eternal Love
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