I am not aging gracefully It is a painful slow thing Unlike my vision This is very clearOld “friends” are distant coldThe loneliness of snow has a beautiful white sheenThe sun’s peculiar Winter brightness Hurts eyes that refuse to focus These deep soft painsIn every joint Remind me of Transcendence Every day The vision of…

“And I will strangle that blue star”He was saying“What is he going on about, now?” We all thoughtHis hands reaching for the sky“I will pull it down and strangle the life out of It”He was saying in a strange distant voice“And why would you be doing that?” We asked confused“It never came to help me…

We waited by the Banks of the Deep CanalWaiting for the Submarine That would save us allIt was then thatThousands of DucksOf all types came from nowhere and alighted on the Water on either end of the narrow ChannelAfter a few noisy minutes They all took to the sky In a Magnificent MurmurationWe all knew…

From a text (a note to help the prosaic wonderer):“No worries part of the buried joke (actually making fun of Joyce ) LOL Here’s the background: The prostitute Nora Barnacle masturbated the young James Joyce under a bridge, she became his muse. It was their first date, and Nora thought it a way of keeping…