“What Might Have Been”–Reading Old Love Letters

Ah, the wistful memories of youth. As troubled as mine was before my “zero hour” came, there were times of joy, moments of precious, private pleasure. Almost at my fourth decade now, even when I look back knowing what eventually came of those hopeless infatuations, the unrequited loves and painful crushes, it is so very […]

Love: “Variations on a Theme”

Sometimes a poem always comes to me. One which has been a favorite since I first read it thirty years ago. A poem which always reminded me of myself even before I understand what it fully might mean, and after I’ve have frenetic times of passion, violence and love. The Lady of Shallott by Lord […]