The Legend of Mary Kelly
Modest Mary Kelly was good and pure, Strong, chaste, not yet twenty in 1794. Beautiful as summer skies, with love of every book, That spring she fell in love with the farmer Peter Cooke. They were engaged to be wed on All Hallows Eve, She would be an October bride like the town had never...
Music And Memory
Originally published February 8, 2018 “I wake up to the sound of music Mother Mary comes to me Speaking words of wisdom let it be.” ~ Paul McCartney As far back as I can remember, music has always been very important in my life. Which is saying something, because I have no discernible talent when...
December Snows
For Dr Cait Deep in the night, Amongst the falling snow, And otherworldly glow, Memories are stirred. There is such stillness in the world, A tremendous silence, That rings in my ears, And drives sleep from my eyes. The bed groans, And floorboards creak, And ankles crack, And glasses are found. Down the stairs,...
Love & Chocolate in the Afternoon
It is summer, deep summer, In the sticky darkness of my bed, Listening as the thunder rolls down the hills, That a hard truth, like the lightning sky, Becomes illuminated. I look at the woman lying beside me, Asleep, unburdened, and unabashedly snoring. I take in every curve of her body, Every strand...
Burlington Days Preview
Funny how life sometimes brings up the questions we never thought we’d ask ourselves. At this very moment, for example, I ask if I’ve ever really felt just how soft the earth can be underneath a pair of dress slacks? As I allow the remnants of last night’s rain to seep through the fabric and...
The Chewing Thing
(Originally published on Yahoo.com June 12, 2019) Asperger’s syndrome has presented me with some unique challenges. For example, I struggle with spatial awareness, I can have trouble concentrating (my mind tends to wander a lot) and I have a propensity for getting locked into negative emotions. After almost 30 years I still play with...
Robohon Don’t Fly
In the few seconds it took Robohon to descend the one hundred and twenty seven feet from the promenade of the Brooklyn Bridge to the East River below, one wonders what might have occurred within the machinations of the small robot. Was it questioning why it’s new guardian had condemned it to the murky waters...
The Eggshell
(The following piece was inspired by a blog post I will link below. Her name is Emily, she’s a mental health activist and blogger from the UK. She’s written some incredible stuff and I highly encourage you to check out her blog if you or someone you know is dealing with mental health issues or...
Tough Mudder Memories
(Originally Published May 15, 2017) There are moments in time where you know with certainty that life will never be the same afterwards. One of those moments for me came on a clear, crisp November morning in Englishtown, New Jersey. I was standing upon a stained wooded platform looking down at a massive tub...
Shelter From The Storm
(Originally published November 6, 2017) “Twas in another lifetime, one of toil and blood When blackness was a virtue and the road was full of mud I came in from the wilderness, a creature void of form “Come in,” she said, “I’ll give you shelter from the storm” Those are the words of...