I do so wish that I remembered what I intended to write when I started this a few months ago. It’s such a great title. ** Time passes until Doc makes the right synaptic connections. ** I know that recent …

Just breathe in, breathe out. She tried until she could not, Then peacefully stopped. ~ Fifteen compressions For each time our lips were pressed, Cried the kiss of life. ~ So cold, my Annie.…

I'm not quite certain that "Another Reality" is the appropriate title for this, but I become unstuck in time and space as I sort and pitch the accumulated detritus acquired while living in this house. It is my current r…