it had to be you

I sit staring out of my study window orange greens browns golds brown pine needles everywhere no women to be seen my lover of 4 years nearly 5 gone to follow fishwrap that fishwrap, the cute little screamer gone too and the stoic spartan warrior woman “I don’t know how to respond to you anymore”Continue reading “it had to be you”

Hope, Despair and the Right to Die with Dignity 101

“It never occurred to me until this storm day, while swinging inthe wind, that trees are travelers, in the ordinary sense,” John Muir’s A Wind-Storm In the Forests, Mountains of California (Muir, 1894)