Across the paper, the pen trips

the insole in my shoecurled up into the toe.I should have realised thenwhat a day it was going to be.I took the cover off a septic tanklost my balance almost falling in.I may have missed thatbut in the process of falling hurt my knee.Using a hose to wash something outthe hose jumped out of my…

are not all whatwe thought they would be.Some hold a little disappointmentthat you can never share.Some show a little promisethen flicker like a candle lightbefore being extinguishedby the cold wind at night.1 September 2008

and be in bed before it went dark.Sadly, I am not that quick.When I switch the light offand it, goes darkI’m struggling aroundto reach my bed,bumping into thingsleft and right.It gets so badthat I have to struggle backto switch on the light.So if you are like menot as quick as Mohammad Ali.Here is a little…

I see a future of happinessborn out of sadnessthat had lingered too long.The myriad tentacles of sadnessthat tried to strangle happinessare beginning to fall awayallowing the sun to riseon a brand new life and day.Yesterdays fears are disappearing,replaced with future hope.The wounds and scars of defeatare all beginning to heal,and all this I see in…

across the white landscape.Inside we sit around the glowof an open log firethat crackles merrilyalong to the dancing flames.The room has a rosy glowas we are touchedby the fire’s warming fingers,protecting us from the winter’s chillsthat would eat away at our souls.As we sit together rememberingthe warmth of summers passed.Looking forward to spring and summerwhen…

and the last thingI see each night.You are that little ray of sunshinethat greets me when I wakeand the sandman who sprinkles stardustin my eyes before I sleep at night.You are that earth angelthat holds and comforts mewhenever this bad old worldgets on top of me.You are that guiding starthat makes me carry on,for you…