there is no such
thing as silence
in the calm
of any quiet
you can hear
hearts breaking
dreams dying
thanks giving
sadness singing
hope harmonizing
losses mounting
faith enduring
grace pervading
love crashing in
listen closely
listen . . .
for your name
your name
mine, too
Peace,
Milton
My day began early after ending late the night before because I made a mistake and scheduled two catering gigs — lunches — at the same time in two different places. Thanks to my friend Laura, who has been a sous chef on several projects, both events went well. But after leaving my journal and…
I’ve been in the arena enough to know my lines. when it came my turn — our turn — we sang show a little faith there’s magic in the night — and then cheered as though we wrote the words or at least made them famous . . . two nights later I was cooking…
brain freeze I have spent all day trying to get warm it has felt as though the freeze was coming from inside my bones and working its way through my skin to join the frigid air that has surrounded me like a custom suit no snow or ice just freezing cold there is probably something…
penultimate it was the night before though I suppose I could say it was the last night but that is not how I’ve ever thought of it nothing was ending everything was beginning we gathered everyone we could think of in the fellowship hall to tell stories eat barbecue and mark the moment nothing was…
I am dreaming these days, but not in a language I remember; I wake up with some sense of where I’ve been . . . of stories I’ve been told . . . . In the resonance of my ruminations, I feel at home riding strange trains with Schanuzers who now live only in my…
a shared table It is not news to say I love to cook for people. I have told the story of our Thursday Night Dinners many times. As I have tried to negotiate life without a regular income, two friends from church, Gus and Mike, suggested we host ticketed dinners where I cooked and people…
i’m listening
Thanks.
Milton, you are firing on all pins, my friend…
(As I tell my mom–who is an incredible artist at 80–You know? If you keep practicing…)
Thanks, Nathan. Here’s to practicing.
Peace
Milton