A Drop of Water Posted on 03/28/2024 by Michael Gray I have no memories of my own, because I have nowhere to store them, no heart or brain or library that could keep my...
My Friend the Sun Posted on 02/27/2024 by Michael Gray If I was a river, and I’m not saying I’m not, I would thread my way through all obstacles. Without them, I could not...
Wending Which Way Posted on 09/12/2022 by Michael Gray The two lanes of traffic streaming past each other on roads and interstates seem unrelated to each other, except in the sense that some...
Words Can Harm or Help Posted on 09/04/2022 by Michael Gray Don’t get me wrong. I love words. Sometimes words feel like the inhalations and exhalations that mark the flowing stream of life. The time...
Life’s First Encounters Posted on 08/22/2022 by Michael Gray Last week, my mother would have been 104 years old. “Would have” because she died 32 years ago. I don’t know the exact day...
Tomorrow Finally Came Posted on 07/31/2022 by Michael Gray While I was living on Planet Earth, which was until quite recently, I never referred to ‘tomorrow’ as anything other than a period of...
Everything Flows, so that We may Live Posted on 11/15/2021 by Michael Gray Pondering–if that is the right term for thoughts that arise in the loose weave of imagination–I thought how a city’s water supply could be...
A Drink of Fresh Water Posted on 09/10/2020 by Michael Gray I don’t finish all the books I start, but my kindle tells me what % I’ve reached, eventually flagging “read” if and when I...
Only Water Posted on 07/06/2020 by Michael Gray The little boy I can’t remember would be dead now but for a neighbor lady who, according to a newspaper article in the Barre,...
Fire and Water, June 24th. Posted on 07/01/2020 by Michael Gray As I prepared to flip my calendar from June 2020 to July, I saw that Wednesday, June 24, is still a holiday in Quebec,...