Most of what you’ll read here is life and fun, with episodes from my past, amusing and serious. But I have an unwelcome stranger lodged in my brain, as you’ll find if you explore my stories. Our destinies are interlocked, but its deadly presence reminds me every minute that each day of life is a miracle. This is my space to reflect on life, and an interactive area where we can share our experiences freely. Without you, this blog has no reason for existence. Carpe Diem!
I've never met him face to face, but
that makes no difference at all. I don't even know exactly where he
It doesn't matter. His name is Ashley,
and he occasionally writes poetry, about things that matter to him,
to other people, to this planet and to the universe.
Recently, he wrote a sonnet – just
fourteen lines, for Tracey and me. He wrote it because he knows all
too well how the tide comes in and goes out relentlessly,
disinterestedly, on human affairs, and he keenly senses the changes
in that tide.
Here are four of the fourteen lines. I
could reproduce it all here but it's not blog etiquette, so I'll
limit myself to just four, and ask you to go here to see them in
We found it beautiful, and it produced
many tears in this household. Not from me of course, because I'm a
hard man. I just wish I didn't have to keep telling people that all