the moon landing

Thu, 24 Apr 2008 21:35:53 -0600

I’ve just started posting photos (and eventually will include stories, poems, etc.) over at themoonandamillionstars. Not much there yet, but it will grow in time.

just this one thing

Thu, 20 Mar 2008 20:32:26 -0600

I have often contended that there is great beauty to be found in the midst of great heartache.

Lately, I’ve been experiencing lots of that heartache. There’s no need to elaborate. You know how it goes - life is hard, love is harder, the end of love is harder still.

You might think if you saw me tonight that I was wrong, that the only thing you can find in heartache is...more heartache. I know that’s what I saw a few moments ago when I was confronted by an unforgiving mirror.

As I looked into tired, old, lifeless eyes I was almost ready to concede that my contention was nothing more than a romantic notion; something easily bandied about when the sweet is still holding hands with the bitter, when the agony is muted by the occasional taste of ecstasy, but not so easily believed when there is no hand to hold and there are no lips to kiss.

And yet just when I was ready to give up, I saw a flicker of something - a flash of color I’d never seen and yet somehow knew intimately. The color had no name, but in it there were flecks of ocean blue and sunflower yellow and emerald green and some silver, glittery stuff that looked a lot like stars, and all of it together spoke in a wordless language about memories and dreams and possibilities that fiercely defied the sharp-edged reality of “the end of love.” I need to tell you this was peripheral, temporal stuff - gone the second I turned to see it. Even as I write now I wonder if it was nothing more than that romantic notion of mine taking a final bow before leaving the stage, later to be revealed as a fraud. I don’t want to wonder that. I want instead to hang onto the belief that this color of life and love might reappear to silence the pain for another brief, beautiful second, maybe yet today. Maybe tomorrow. I’ll freely admit this is no easy task. When a hopeful heart is shattered not by another, but by the cruelty of circumstance, it’s far too easy to give up. I ought to know. I did that once before. But not this time. This time I want to believe. I have to. Not just today. Not just tomorrow. But...

Forever.

closed for the season

Thu, 20 Mar 2008 08:50:33 -0600

I just don’t have anything to say.

what you’ll find here

the moon landing

just this one thing

closed for the season