Saturday, December 5, 2020
Friday, December 4, 2020
pieces of my former self
They come to me as I am falling asleep
Or when I am reading someone's story
Or in odd moments having associations
Remembering people and places
A lifetime of experiences comes back
As discrete interactions and feelings
Jumbled bits carried into my thoughts
Conjured into an ephemeral existence
Too transient to describe in detail
Too many to arrange in a sequential story
Wandering through this memory palace
Finding stored pieces of my former self
I hope to not ever forget any of it
Brought to mind to keep it from fading
When I was very young and much older
Living through so many changes
I think this is what any of us ends up with
If we survive to see wrinkles in the mirror
Perhaps marking the accumulation of wisdom
Contemplating all that we have been through
Looking back connects the past to the present
To understand our evolving individual identity
To know what makes us us as we are now
To appreciate all the more what we have today
Thursday, December 3, 2020
Fyke Members Night Selection 2020
Wednesday, December 2, 2020
Tuesday, December 1, 2020
what she wants
As I heard tell when she was asked
My stepmother would like to ignore Christmas
Though it’s been decided to ignore her wish
I like that she put it out there
Especially this year of the pandemic
Doing away with all the socializing
That would keep everyone safe
What a priceless gift to give
She offers her thoughts
From the other side of ninety
When many wish to ignore birthdays
So why not this problematic holiday
As I heard a mother behind me
When walking ahead in the park
Admonishing her child to watch out
Because Santa knows if you’re good
And then after a pause she added
And Jesus is watching you, too
As if to correct a sacrilegious thought
As I laughed to myself at the mythology
Wouldn’t it be something if every child
Realizing neither Santa nor Jesus is real
Would choose to mark the winter solstice
With greenery and bright lights
It’s almost impossible to ignore Christmas
Celebrated with jingling cash registers
In your face and ears with movies and songs
Invoking memories and hopes
This December will bring suffering and death
Cruel reality cutting against the virgin birth story
Unless we find a way to hibernate
Keeping to our separate selves
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