Some interesting research is emerging about how wildfire smoke affects our brains
Here’s a Forbes article if you’re interested in learning more.
Smoke Gets In Your I’s
Tag Archives: Memory
Playing Old 78s at the Nursing Home
The Man in the Desert
Photo by Robert Murray on Unsplash
Copper Left Her Laugh
Memory Lanes
Highway 2 from Moose Jaw to Mossbank
Photo by author, September 2022
Reincarnation by Loon
An Archaeology of Memory
THE ALBUMS
THE ALBUMS
Mother’s shrinkage was marked by domicile
House, apartment, retirement and nursing home
shedding at each move, furniture, china, and art
except for, and never, the old photo albums
heavy in padded leather brown and green
Each visit when conversation stuttered to a stall
(Religion all but Baptist drowned
and what use is weather without crops)
out would come the albums
and in we all would dive
for pennies
bright and shiny at the bottom of the pool
Here’s one from 1958
how young the queen looked then
MEMORY
MEMORY
What I remember most is
the earlier the memory
the more space to store it
A DEBBIE MOMENT
A DEBBIE MOMENT
I was noticing again the other day
watching a movie, strangely enough
called “Remains of the Day”
that even though you died
you haven’t gone away
In the movie
a bird gets trapped in the house
and tries to fly
through the high ceiling glass
Remember the time in the office in Austin
when the sparrow was trying in panic to
escape in this way
You spoke to it in your stardust voice
and it landed in trust in your hand
I remember the windows you flew against
and your trust so light in my hands
And it’s a comfort to see
you and the sparrow
both flying free