Solitude and loneliness

The Abyss or the Tiger

My Dad

My father was a quiet man.  I had known that he was in the war (WWII) in England, but not much beyond that.  My father was in aircraft maintenance – bombsights actually.  How exciting could that be? One day, he told me about one job that he and his team had done.  It was customary

The well

Dreams

Man

Fall

Golden crowns With crimson robes Yellow hair Over all it flows Different shades That catch the light Praising creation With colors bright Bruce Baker

Beyond – by Bruce Baker

                Lost mists of eternity                 Vanished with a dream                 Conjured in the depths of mind                 Fabricated in tendrils of thought Beyond imagining                 Captured in tangled snares                 Fighting for freedoms won                 Standing on the precipice                 Adrift in the storm Beyond myself                 Cherished hair lock                 Caught not found

The Bear

What was that! My heart pounding, I try looking through the pitch dark windows of our family station wagon.  Ears straining to hear the slightest sound, I listen for what may have caused my alarm.  Sleeping quietly beside me, my brother is oblivious to my distress.  Whatever awakened me has apparently spared him.  As I

All Souls Day