Category: Love

  • Mourning in the Digital Age (pt. 3/3)

    I cannot say, and I will not sayThat he is dead- . He is just away!With a cheery smile, and a wave of the handHe has wandered into an unknown land,And left us dreaming how very fairIt needs must be, since he lingers there. –James Whitcomb Riley, Away In late…

  • Mourning in the Digital Age (pt. 2/3)

    There are fathers who do not love their children; there is no grandfather who does not adore his grandchild. –Victor Hugo After grieving for Sammy throughout most of my childhood, death, at some point, became merely a distant threat again. I thought of him most days, admittedly do even now,…

  • Mourning in the Digital Age (pt. 1/3)

    I am not resigned to the shutting away of loving hearts in the hard ground.So it is, and so it will be, for so it has been, time out of mind:Into the darkness they go, the wise and the lovely.  CrownedWith lilies and with laurel they go; but I am…

  • 40 Years of Bauhaus

    You must be an enigma. This is what creates attraction to beauty. You walk on and you do it, and this is what I have always felt. The moment I walk on stage, I live there. –Peter Murphy I promise that this blog will veer back to the realm of…

  • Reflections on a Past Life

    “Reflect upon your present blessings — of which every man has many — not on your past misfortunes, of which all men have some.” — Charles Dickens I sit here on a suspiciously warm February night, finally taking time to write down all of the reflection and introspection that I…

  • The Ballad of Gary Lee

    Every woman is a rebel, and usually in wild revolt against herself. -Oscar Wilde, A Woman of No Importance Not long ago, I shared with you the rediscovery of some old family photographs, including the memento mori of my great-uncle, Gary Lee. In that box of photographs, news clippings, and letters,…

  • The Call of Wolves

    There are nights when the wolves are silent and only the moon howls. -George Carlin Wolves have featured heavily in my dreams since childhood, so I thought I’d share one of my favorite little wolf dreams with you all. Though short, it felt like years had passed between sleeping and…