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transcendence

If you have seen it, you know.

Life does not end.  It does not. No, it does not. 

It peels away and moves beyond this body, those once treasured plans, these sweet, dear beloveds.  Often not easily, nor willingly; sometimes not even completely, but eventually -when exhaustion prevails, organs fail, when all is ready, enough is said-  the anchor lifts.     And the soul’s strong sails spread on the wind, sailing, sailing  with sad, exquisite relief.

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Brandon took sail Monday, March 27, 2017.  Wishing him a good journey…

 

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MY DARLIN’ BOY AGE 9

Maxwell Gavin Phinneas John

went to bed with his Nikes on

and his Monsters Inc tee, and his Comicon cap

he set his chess board on his lap

squinted and pondered  and stroked his chin

touched his nose, gave a very wide grin

then made a move ne’er before seen

in any chess game in any known scene

he jumped his knight up two over one

then moved very quickly until he was done

check mating the queen across the board

so smoothly he moved, oh my sweet Lord,

in just two more moves, yes, check mate in three

he threw out his arms and laughed with glee

Max made major history that day weeks ago

and now he is planning another great show

…stay tuned for more from our Max!

 

Granma  6/22/16

 

 

 

 

 

LITTLE QUIP OF HORRORS

every day
orphan words
severed phrases
cryptic verses
clamor ceaselessly

Audrey II
to Seymour:
write me
write me

rJo Herman
6/27/15

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Young Pirate with his Ukelele

PROMISE OF A BRIGHT FUTURE

PROMISE OF A BRIGHT FUTURE

Aint no guitar too big, nor stage too humble, to keep Max quiet