Monthly Archives: April 2013

Love

“Jack-a-leen” was my introduction to the music of James Hunter. I was hooked for life. Sexy, fun, saxy, a great tune for dancing around the living room with my love. JH wrote it for his wife, Jacqueline. Mark was too … Continue reading

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Damned Do/Don’t

I really can’t wait until the face that I put on matches the lightning that still lives in the belly and puts match to the pitiful pilot light left in the darkest corner of the unchambered heart and the brain … Continue reading

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Never enough time

WIDOWHOOD: one year and two weeks. There’s never enough time, or if there is enough time, I don’t have the concentration to accomplish the things I “mean to” do. Like, for instance, telling this story.Our trip to New York City … Continue reading

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What remains

. What is left? A box of documents. Shoes in the closet. Ashes. Photographs. A book of instructions, handwritten, left incomplete. What stays? Not eyes, not fingers. Not touch. Not voice, not laughter Not words whispered before morning seeps into … Continue reading

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