-
What Will Be Written About You?
“My Childhood days bring back sad reflections Of happy days so long ago. My boyhood friends and my own relations. Have all passed on like the melting snow.” (Traditional.) As recorded by Van Morrison. I have a gift for you. It isn’t wrapped in gilded paper and it does not have a magenta ribbon tied…
-
18. Drunken Steps
I’m sharing this poem because I think it says a zillion things in only a few words..like a true poem should.
-
Killing Me Softly With His Song
[WARNING: IF SAD SONGS MAKE YOU SADDER, THEN STOP READING NOW!] Before you shake your painted fingertips at me and call me “Mr. Doom and Gloom” (a girl-friend once did that), I’ll save you some time and energy. I have a great deal of Irish blood in my veins, I’m Black Irish and raised as…
-
A Jigsaw Puzzle
Hey, I took an art course once so I should know a thing or two about the visual and temporal renderings of the Great Masters as well as the Nouveau, Op Art or the trendy new Steampunk. So, to probe your right hemisphere (or is it the left?), here is a Multiple Choice Quiz. Please…
-
Epitaphs: Part II
Less Is More Sometimes, the stories that headstones tell you are long and often full of Biblical references. Some I’ve seen are brief and to the point: “We Will Meet Again in Jesus”. Once in a great while, one runs across an epitaph that is pithy and wholly understated. The photo below is such an…
-
Boy, You’ve Got To Carry That Weight
It’s been said that the human soul weighs 21 grams. A gram is equal to the weight of a standard paper clip. So, if you hold 21 paper clips in the palm of your hand, you’re hold what amounts to the heft of an eternal soul…a soul that will spend all of time in eternal…
-
The Clock On The Wall: A Play In Eight Acts
Act 1: Sitting at an IBM workbench. I knew the call would come soon. I was soldering diodes onto a computer chip. The resin smoked. The phone rang in my manager’s office. Go home to your wife, he said, she called and said it’s time. I pass by the electronic parts window. A guy says…
-
Gone and Still Forgotten in God’s Acre
“When out of sight, quickly also out of mind.”–Thomas a Kempis They’re everywhere, like abandoned cars in the South Bronx (ca 1972), only you don’t see them on your way to the Bodega. No, these are found in the verdant fields and well-kept lawns of cemeteries in counties like Westchester, NY or Crittenden, VT. They…
-
Where Are You Going, My Brown-Eyed Son?
Oh, where are you going, my brown-eyed son? There you were, a small shadow on a monitor. Small and washed by changing shades of black and white amid countless lines that made watching difficult. The Technician slowly moved the grey piece of equipment around the oiled skin of your mothers swollen abdomen. There. Right there.…
-
Last Stop: Tir Na Nog!
Hardly a mythology exists that doesn’t include a “Land of Eternal Youth” tale. It could be a Shangra-La, isolated in a mountain valley somewhere or Ultima Thule for those brave souls who travel to the Northern Realms. There are Gypsy versions and Japanese variations, but, for my money, the Irish story is the most haunting…
-
Subscribe
Subscribed
Already have a WordPress.com account? Log in now.
patrickjegan 