July 2023 – Muttering Retreats

To Charley

Of all the money that e’er I hadI spent it in good companyAnd all the harm that e’er I’ve doneAlas, it was to none but meAnd all I’ve done for want of witTo memory now, I can’t recallSo fill to me the parting glassGoodnight and joy be with you all Of all the comrades thatContinueContinue reading “To Charley”

No Words, Yet. Soon.

Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone, Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone, Silence the pianos and with muffled drum Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come. Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead, Put crepe bows round the white necks of theContinueContinue reading “No Words, Yet. Soon.”

Uncharted

I’ve been averse to blogging about the medical mayhem in my family. I have not wanted to violate privacy or publish things that I have no right to say on behalf of the people that I love. It’s taken me a minute to feel confident that the blogging gate would open up for all thatContinueContinue reading “Uncharted”