Timmy

You’d be 70 today.

Happy Birthday dear friend.

You weren’t supposed to die so damn young.

I thought we’d be old farts together.

But it’s just me turning old

while you remain forever young.

There’s nobody I can give a hard time to.

And no buddy that I have fun with like you.

I miss you pal.

The great under statement of 2017.

I love you Charles Timberlake.

December 23, 2107

It’s four years today that you’ve been gone Dad.

I’ve thought of you every day.

I miss you.

I love you.

Christmas just isn’t the same without you.

Neither are the other 364 days.

Your son, Jeffrey

In Memoriam John Fitzgerald Kennedy

In the summer of 1960, when I was 14, I saw and heard John Fitzgerald Kennedy when he spoke to the people of Cincinnati, downtown, at Fountain Square. He had such a beautiful voice

On November 22, 1963, a few months after I had moved to Tucson, I was running around the perimeter of Catalina High School with my gym class, doing the “grinder”, when kids started yelling out that the President’s car had been bombed.

When we got back to the locker room, Mr. Gridley came came over the public address system and told us all that our President was dead.

Some kid said “Good. He got what he deserved”. For the only time in my life, I snapped. I started beating the shit out of that kid. The other kids couldn’t pull me off of him. Finally, coach Cliff Myrick, a former Marine, disentangled us.

I wept that day. And I weep today as I type this.

I loved John Kennedy. He was my hero. The song of freedom and brotherhood that he sang, the belief he shared of universal betterment, rang true in my heart, in my soul. I believed then, as I do today, that together we can truly change the world and the way in which we treat one another, the animals and sweet Mother Earth.

The powers that guide the universe willing, the clear, fine song of equality and justice will be heard again in this land and there will be another great President who calls for understanding, tolerance and acceptance.

Be brave. Be strong. Dare the impossible. Stand by your truth, be it unpopular. Never lose your dreams.

I miss you John Kennedy. I hope you rest with the angels.

Albert Camus

Autumn is a second Spring when every leaf is a flower.

 

September 29, 2017

One year ago this week, Toughie, the last Rabbs’ fringe-limbed tree frog on Earth, died at his home in the Atlanta Botanical Garden.

His kind will never again know existence.

The damage we humans are doing to this beautiful living planet we’ve been given is beyond description and comprehension.

My heart bursts with sadness for Toughie and all the other sentient beings we have destroyed and continue to destroy.

Homo sapiens’ evolution as steward for planet Earth is a cosmic joke of the highest order.

Pray that we don’t make it to other planets, that we aren’t given an opportunity to destroy the universe.

FOR AMANDA 2DAY

Something changes the moment you decide you’ve found a person you are ready to reveal parts of your soul to. Something stands out and makes the moment unique. A profound multidimensional clarity resembling a piece of carefully gathered stardust, as if you are whispering “finally” and your eyes fill with light and spontaneity, as if you do not care whether your heart will melt or crumble in the process because your brief courage undoes your tremendous fear of disbelief. You live for these moments, for you are, maybe for one second or more, sweetly forced to surrender yourself to unconditional intimacy: a┬ámoment of psychological reward smashing all self imposed disciplines founded on terror. This is all you need.

 

Anais Nin