Tag Archives: Death

Happy New Year

“It always comes back to us – why are we here? Well, we just happened to be here, we couldn’t choose it. The chance of us being born – that sperm hitting that egg – is 400 trillion to 1. … Continue reading

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The journey

What I saw; My wife wanted to head-up to the mountains to buy her Dad a Christmas gift, something that we saw in a shop this summer. There wasn’t any guarantee that it would still be there but given the … Continue reading

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A Dogs Life-#4 update- A Eulogy

Way back in June of 2016 I wrote a post I titled A Dogs Life-#4 about the two current dogs in my life. In this post I wrote about my 100 + pound regal Rhodesian Ridgeback and my special girl, that I … Continue reading

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“I love you grandpa”

I have been struggling some lately. My last job contract ended in December and though I have had a few interviews I haven’t found a job yet. What I do, what I know, is specialized in terms of knowledge and … Continue reading

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The death of a young bird

We had just finished eating dinner. The dishes were clean, the kitchen was straightened up and now my wife could settle down on the sofa and catch-up on all the celebrity news on E! Entertainment. I put the dogs up and … Continue reading

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A poem: Synonyms

I search for synonyms, Little words, Of bold expression, To define my existence Manufactured phrases, Simple tales or fables, To justify my presence, Or being at this moment An antonym maybe, A mirror of opposites, To defend what I am … Continue reading

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A poem: The Doctor’s Office

I sit grey and cold, years soaked beyond a black and white photograph of tight skin, dark hair on a straight and ridged frame waiting my turn in an ocean of Muzak. Days in mass, wasted in a wheeled chair … Continue reading

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