Mike Power

Today is officially “many years from now” for me. I must have first heard the Beatles’ When I’m Sixty Four when I was still in single digits and that age sounded so incredibly old. But, like everything Paul McCartney touches…

I saw you in a room surrounded by people neither of us knew and wanted to give you a promise that my voice was the most interesting one there, even if it squeaked sometimes (my voice, not the room) which…

Even listening to silence doesn’t drown out the noise. The nothing is more than I need to hear. There is a baby crying, not far off. An airplane and traffic and birds and a siren and a dog. Who is…

And the sea, cobwebbing all its wistful green and umber,

Winds about her gossamers of evenings remembered,

Light-skirted evenings, tip-toed or tilted against the sounds

Of adult night and disillusions without number

She might stay there until all the sands…

A defining characteristic of aging is the way things stop making sense. My mother was excited when a Dunkin’ Donuts opened in her neighborhood. In her mind, she pictured herself walking there in the morning, ordering a coffee and a…

Food is not the first thing that comes to mind when contemplating the Grateful Dead but there are two foods in particular that make me think of them. Pistachios and licorice. Pistachios because of Bob Weir and licorice because of…

The story goes that a priest (or bishop) in Rome (or Terni) was under house arrest and was speaking with a judge about Jesus when the judge's blind daughter came in. The judge said he would do anything for the…

This is going to be a special Christmas for all the wrong reasons. It will be my first without some people I love who have died. Just like last year. I have reached an age where most years ahead will…

Just when the magic of Christmas starts to fade as we get older, a new generation comes along to bring it back. All the wonder and joy of the season is reflected in fresh eyes. Memories flood from the time…

It was over Christmas break in my freshman year of college that I wrote a letter confessing my love. I was better at confession back then because it had only been a few years since I did so regularly. Religiously…