What remains?

The starry veil showed up completely out of the blue on the night my dad died.  I had a guitar and was playing a song at his bedside in hospice when it appeared.  He was on percussion, that death rattle cabasa in his throat, and I saw it twinkle from the corner of my eye.  It was a shimmering curtain the length of the Read More

What remains?

Elsie May had one of her legs amputated last weekend.  The dementia has been a frenzied mole digging tunnels through her brain for a long time now.  If her circulation was that horrible, why didn’t they just give her some extra sleepytime chewies and let her drift away? Elsie May is my grandmother, but that doesn’t matter anymore.  She Read More

What remains?

Hunting for meaning is the most natural thing to do when you’re confused. Luckily, you can find it in just about anything if you concentrate hard enough.  All you do is close your eyes as tight as you can, growl to yourself and think hard on the one thing confusing you most. My pursuit of Read More