It’s not over yet. Vaccines and Biden-Harris are still a glimmer. We have but a few seconds left to shift life around, and portents from this 2008 piece still apply.
June 6, 2004 When again the darkness has swallowed the sun, You carry a pain like cancer. Who would speak of playmates now? Perhaps we should. Though your depths were often profound and dark, Your soul would spring away once more, Higher and lighter than mine, And you would dance above me Like an Angel, … Continue reading When Again The Darkness Has Swallowed The Sun
June, 2008 The Auberge on the bend of the road, before the bridge. Seen in visions. Finally found. I had always thought the recurring vision was a portent of my death by car wreck. In a way it was. Earlier I had passed the carcass of a burnt-out car, abandoned to the ditch. I said … Continue reading Car Wreck Averted
May 9, 2009 I almost ground to a stiff and aging halt for you. I had come to my knees and then collapsed further. Face down, locking arthritically to the ground, My remaining movement was of one eye, Regarding my heart. And there I saw the remaining ember Of the old heat. So on that … Continue reading Almost Halted