Anxious Age

Its voice, relentless and intense, haunts me in the silence of night when no voice should speak.A whispering in my ear, insisting and provoking, one that neither comforts or soothes like those pleasant sounds that mark the birth of day.No, nothing welcoming comes in night’s bleakest hours. When thoughts linger and reason fails. The mind … Continue reading Anxious Age


Alone I stand on the shore, but it was not always so.There was another who once stood here before. We often walked together, being companions along this shore.Here we recollected about youthful memories and dreams past, sharing in the memories of our time. Birthed by youth but bonded by friendship, we faced the turbulent sea.The … Continue reading Loss