"you can always trust a wooden grandmother..."*

i come to this blog like a stranger returning to a place they've never really been. so many lifetimes passing in the blink of an eye  it could all be double talk or just the smokey meanderings of an aging woman with too much time on her hands.

these past months have been distorted by that black mirror of a worse than usual poverty and illnesses that were not mine, but touched me. deeply.

one of the only people to visit this blog passed away recently. he was a poet and he wrote fearlessly and from the heart. it is for him that i come to this place, searching for words and trying to create a new truth for myself in the time that remains. rest in peace, rix....i hope there's a Boardwalk in heaven.

*bob rixon,from the poem Boardwalk.