To Mutti: We Are Born Amazed


My Mom, Ingeborg Maria Hinderschiedt:  June 18, 1929 – December 7, 2013 Please say it now-click the underlined link >  Love or condolences- in the “Reply” section below 🙂 Some of the great songs she loved- = = = = = =   = Ingeborg Maria Hinderschiedt (Aprile)  1929-2013 Eulogy: Ingeborg Hinderschiedt Professor Emerita of…

We Are Born Amazed


We are not born alone … We are born amazed. A completely pristine white page of talent waiting to be uncreased and unfurled  to the end of all that we can see that is that history of ours, yet to be heralded, yet to be written and a  grand suggestion of a future history that…

To My Father: Max Aprile


We are not born alone … We are born amazed. A completely pristine white page of talent waiting to be uncreased and unfurled  to the end of all that we can see that is that history of ours, yet to be heralded, yet to be written and a  grand suggestion of a future history that…

The Rough Stuff …


Water is casual as it drips – callous – and suggestive… It can be rough, flat, but never indifferent… Salient it is… Expressionless, remorseless, relentless. Unable to emote – A reflection of its environment – It sucks up color that surrounds it – Ripples with a transient speculation of direction suggested by the wind –…

Trees Without Bark


In Autumn- leaves fail … They drift away They fall and break And whisper ourselves apart- And become the grains of Winter- The assumption that gray is not a color becomes a narcotic slumber that forgives the advice from a younger heart- And urges forward- and onward- and hints that once upon a time- we…