Category Archives: Reflections

Loss

Loss He is learning, well behind his desperate eyes The epistemology of loss, how to stand up Knowing what every man must one day know And most know many days, how to stand up.                                           Read More →

The Tricycle

It was blue, a sort of mid-blue. The chrome was a bit pitted, flaked, with rust spots showing through. But it was my first trike. This was early in 1948. It just appeared one day, presented to me by my father in an apologetic way. He told me it wasn’t new and that trikes are Read More →