Author Archives: Ron Pavellas
Stockholm, November 2014
Saturday 1. Now the dark begins Gold and amber leaves turn brown The days are colder Sunday 2. We stay inside our cubic caves, Windows unshaded, yearning for sun. A silent sigh, we turn from the past, And soldier forward. … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry
Tagged 30 Days, Frederic Buchanan Pape, November, Stockholm, Theresa LeBlanc
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What to do With the Rest of My Life…
Let us suppose, for the purpose of conversation, That I will live no longer than did my father, A few days past his eighty-seventh birthday. I am now less than half-way past seventy-eight. No, no, I feel perfectly well. I … Continue reading
Posted in Essays, Memoirs
Tagged Beethoven, Brahms, Conrad Pavellas, death, Gardening, life, retirement, The News, weltschmerz, work, Writing, Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance
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The Pavellas Perspective 