Aging brings a special AGONY, for sure. We now are of an age where we are losing friends to death more than to moving away. I have cried so many times this year that my eyes feel like they’ve been through a DRYER. These events do not make me any readier to have my own TRYST with death. On the contrary, I am fiercely alive and ready for more. Let me not yet enter a CRYPT for a final time, order not my funeral flowers. Save that for later.

Georg’ann

These words require a particular VOICE, which is not mine. I experience them as a CLAMP on my imagination, a stopper in my bottle of sensitivity, a dam holding back my vast waters of expression. The word CUPPY renders me locked tight as a CRYPT. So for tonight I’ll gaze upon our makeshift altar and let my mind wander through the emptiness.

Heather