No one can know the future – but in some, it is expected.

Monday  February 18, 2013

Dear Readers,

I had a phone conversation with my “baby” brother this week.  It wasn’t very polite.  Lots of shouting and accusatory language.  I just wanted to share my insight.  I got mocking laughter in return.  But he had to have this insight that I received from the Universe as a result of our previous, more polite conversation.  Continue reading

Poem: Conversation with my brother on the phone in February


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Conversation with my brother on the phone in February

‘Do you remember Lisa Ramaci ? from across the street ? ’

This is always his line when he calls to talk about our youth.

‘Yeah, sure.  Why are you thinking about her ? ’

‘I was just thinking about that life – I want to go back there.’

And I saw that world where we grew up – I existed there once.  again

and I saw the roads and the houses and people

and I saw, and felt, it evaporate in my own mind.

surreal knowledge that what was once so real, is not.

That world no longer exists.  How can that be ?

was it real ever ?

can real be without enduring ?

that feels  . . . wrong