Poem - We Old Men

We are now
twenty-seven. The gleam
is gone, the world
is awful, we’ve had no
part in it but picking up
pieces, trying to make whole
people again – of
ourselves, mostly.

Mike, you were the fighter
for those who had no fists,
and I was the voice for the
dumb. How wrong of us
to think anyone gave a damn?

Least of all those we “helped.”
No combat, no blood, but plenty
of gore, the ugliness of human nature
is the challenge of our days –
our nights – and for those who love us.

Products of a bleak time;
the only good left for us is
despair.

Merry Christmas from C & C!!!

C + C Snowflake

Colleen and I have been decorating for the holidays. I've gotten into making snowflakes. Today I cut out a C + C snowflake. The image here is from a scan of the paper cut out with a background I added in Photoshop.

Poem - Behind Bars

They are not
monkeys behind glass,
or gorillas behind
bars; and I am not
their handler.

Don’t turn to
me when the
shit you throw
them gets thrown
back at you.

All the world
is a mirror;
so, who is
in the zoo?

Sister Laurian Pieterek

Sister Laurian Pieterek passed away October 22, 2005.
I have many memories of her kindness, grace, and the way she could fill a room with her energy, love and hope for the future.

What I will remember most about her is the way she was comfortable in herself, passionate about her work, and caring about each individual she encountered. These are the things I strive for most.

She was an example of how we should all be. What a kinder, more prosperous world we would have if all were.