The bills are current, the bed is made. It was sunny and bright at eight, though snow stacks up in for-a-while-yet piles. It is the ‘eye’ of winter and we are still alive. When February slips under the wild days of March, what will come? I am trusting that the heart is a sturdy crocusContinue reading “Cuore Come Fiore”
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Might Have Been Somebody
One of the big boats is moving, about to disappear, existing not much longer at the aged horizon. You cannot see from here, but must imagine there is a whirling radar, observing, set atop her steel wheelhouse tower. On his solitary round, a deck-hand will be making certain every ore-hatch is battened down, lest theContinue reading “Might Have Been Somebody”
January 12, 2026
I am never certain if you should be talking to ‘someone else’ when making a journal entry or to yourself. To be sure, the someone you are writing to or about or for IS someone else. While I am talking to me, I am also talking to that other fellow. Odd sensation, isn’t it? IContinue reading “January 12, 2026”
Robert On The Air 