The Shattering

I love the way that you remember me, the me, before the shattering. That day wrapped in costume ordinary, brought with it, great sadness, which tiptoed in behind it. I floated once, buoyant and resilient. A warrior by nature, fought, lip bitten hard, past childhood fear and isolation. Neighbours in our twenties, we were beautiful, firm …

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Towards the end of days

My candle burns at both ends; it will not last the night; but ah, my foes, and oh, my friends -- it gives a lovely light! - Edna St Vincent Millay My father's candle has been alight for many years. It is expected that soon, there will be no wax left to burn.  Is it, …

Perhaps we all need a 12 step program?

This weekend I reconnected with a friend whom I have know since 1982, if my memory serves me. We met in an bar.  Being an Australian, this will come as no surprise.  The bar was styled in a country 'n' western theme.  I remember vaguely it had 'wagon or wheels' in the title? My friend and I, were the purveryors of alcohol at the …