Tag Archives: friendship
A Hole in My Ho Ho
This has been the first Christmas in many years without you. Ah, buddy, I miss you so. There really is a hole in my ho ho. I’m still saying goodnight to you when I turn off the light. I may … Continue reading
If There Are No Dogs in Heaven
Always glad to see meAlways at my side;I need to say this clearlySo it’s obvious when I die;I’ll stop the bus on the wayUntil I surely know:If there are no dogs in heaven,I don’t want to go. Walking in the … Continue reading
Haiku: Ninety or Nothin’
(For my friend and compadre Bud Hedrick on his 90th birthday, May 22. ~JimS) Birthdays and race dayscan both have the same feeling:ninety or nothin’ (Motorcycle: checkers.com; Bud and Jim: Jim; and go visit https://budhedrick.blogspot.com/)
The Ecology of Gratitude
I’m clearing the decks. Here’s another essay nobody will publish. JimS. Ah, gratitude: a simple way to honor the place in which you find yourself, an emotion that encompasses the breadth of a life and lights the sometimes stony path … Continue reading
Companions
Thank you for my companions: this journal; this pen; this heart full of my blood; my blood in the hearts of others; my heart in the hearts of others; the quivering guitars; the gift of music holding me fast; this … Continue reading
May December Be
You are younger than my daughter, but you are not my daughter. The rich human history of young women and old men is a cross-grain of joyful noise and heartache. Wisdom is the most valuable attribute in both directions, a … Continue reading
Little One (for Reese)
Little one, you are what precious means, your brand new feet are your favorite toys. Your gurgle girl smile melts my heart. I want to watch you grow into a lovely young woman, to feel the grace of it as … Continue reading
Peace and Fire
We kissed: lips groping without knowing, hands benign and trembling, timid and still. You were a gift I did not understand. I had no way to accept the strange dichotomy of peace and fire. When I moved away to California … Continue reading
A Glimpse of the Deeper
Would I know your face now? I like to think I would, but memory is an often tricky thing; I’ve known it to add and to subtract. What I know as true may not be; where I’ve been may not … Continue reading
Parts
Admiring a woman’s parts: curve of derriere, swell of breast, turn of legs, smooth of back, arch of neck, all clichés in a greater whole. When I am lost in cliché, my shrug says I’m hard-wired to look. It’s admiration, … Continue reading