The Moya View

Tag: Alzheimer’s

  • An Old Poet

    An Old Poet

    The old poet walks downs the streets of his dying city.The ancient tenements, stories upon stories of them,rise up before him. He thinks he may have inhabited them. He remembers- he built them but never inhabited them. He looks closer and the bricks are in the shape of his mothers teeth-square and right and just;the…

  • Losing Track of Time

    Losing Track of Time

    The childless widower in his third age sits beneath the frame of the toy store window looking away into the street while three Teddy Bears, one in a just-right high chair, mourn never being held in small arms.Long after the twilight has passed, under the darkness of the elevated train platform, he will stare, lost…

  • She rise

    She rise

    He didn’t want her to go into triteness until he get to the other side of her memory floating away like a balloon, an ordinary thing, an ordinary word, in a world full of the weight of ordinary things. – She was floating away word by word, a balloon on a string with a heart…