As i mentioned to Ralph, a buddy of mine just after the match,
“There are few things in life better than a 1-0 victory over Manure at Old Trafford.”
i am so proud of this Arsenal team.
Chockful of youngsters, but playing with the composure of veterans.
Oh, and you know what, girls, Rosicky Number 7’s going up on [...]
Archive for September, 2006
My Arsenal
Posted in Musings on September 17, 2006 | 14 Comments »
Offering
Posted in Poetry on September 12, 2006 | 5 Comments »
Flecks of light
borne of glowing cinder,
rising in the rush,
the swirl of heated space.
A poor and humble offering
lifted to my Lord and God –
he who stokes the fires;
he who evokes the flames
in the coldest heart;
he who inhabits the
deepest dwelling of the soul –
the cave of wanderingwonderingimagining.
My Father (V)
Posted in Poetry on September 11, 2006 | 4 Comments »
Bone
memories live in memories die
we live in the hearts of those who cry
but even they must leave and fly
leave and fly
bone, ash and grey
bone, ash and grey
what will be left
after it all fades away
all fades away
so what will we leave
past the days we live
what words resound
what acts confound
both time and space
bone, ash and grey
bone, [...]
My Father (IV)
Posted in Musings on September 6, 2006 | 6 Comments »
One
The earliest memory i have of my father is of him driving the second car he had ever owned, our first family car, and me sitting in the back as we came off the East Coast Parkway (ECP), the wind buffeting my face and ruffling my hair.
It was a red car, a Honda or a [...]
My Father (III)
Posted in Poetry on September 2, 2006 | 2 Comments »
The Void Deck
it was there his body lay.
the yellowing pillars were shrouded
in white, a banner of silver lifted
over a withered husk, which was once
a man. a person. a husband. a father.
perhaps a friend above all, who once was
warm, but now cold. but they tried,
we all did, to keep the burning embers
of memory, to warm ourselves [...]
