GoFundMe Campaign!

Dear Ones,

I started a GoFundMe Campaign to assist me in moving back to Roanoke, Virginia to be with and near (and help) my brother Kevin.  Below is the GoFundMe link and the short story about me and my brother.  If this is a repeat, I apologize.  Anything you can give is welcomed and much appreciated, be it money, prayers, good vibes, or even contacts in Roanoke!

Much love,

Niles

https://www.gofundme.com/2pkqqu4

 

Moving to Care for Sick Brother

My brother Kevin is gravely ill.  He lives alone.  I have decided to move back to Roanoke, VA, where he lives and care for him.  Kevin needs a heart transplant but because other organs are failing the doctors cannot put him on the transplant list.  The doctors have said his time here is very limited, most likely less than a year, if not less.

When I was 16, right after our Dad died, my brother was there for me, a messed up teenager; now we are 30 plus years later and I want  to return the favor.

The money will be used to allow me to move back to Roanoke.  Most places I have looked at want 2 or 3 months rent up front. I also need to pay for the actual move and make sure I have enough to live on while looking for work and caring for and being there for my brother.

I want to set up the apartment for my brother and my dog.  Kevin loves my dog Juno.  She is great therapy for Kevin and we want a place that is Juno-friendly as well as Kevin-friendly.

I need to move within weeks.

So many people have been there for me before, I feel bad asking.  But I also happen to be a believer in the Power of Blessings – both giving and receiving.

I am grateful for all whom I love who will give and those who will pray, and those who will pass it on, and those who will walk with us.

Help spread the word!

 

IX – XI – MMI: Memento Mori et Memorium

Author’s Note: Every year I repost the only thing I ever could muster to write about 9/11/2001.  I wrote this poem a few months after September 11, 2001.  I have not seen a need to edit it, since we so often go back and edit history, I have felt content to let this Poem sit in its unedited rawness for 15 years.  I have made it a ‘ritual’ to post it every year on Sept. 11. 

“Blessed are those who mourn for they shall be comforted.” Jesus

 

The world is hemorrhaging…God has let the earth
Bleed                again.
The ground is soaked red with the cries and
Memories
Of many who have fallen,
Many who have flown.

Many are laden and weary,
Many have grown and stretched
Many have been planted deep in
The earth – our memories

Many are still
Here.

God has set the world spiraling on a
Beautiful Edge.              And I see the world spinning by
Out of my hands
Out of control
Out of kilter.

And out in the wilderness
To learn lessons of bittersweet confusion and love.

God has let us roam feral in our dark gardens,
Digging up the deepest places to find our home
Our truth, to learn that
Love is a beautiful chaos,
A spiritual homecoming
A poem in the making: logos at work.

It is now that we realize we merely scrape by
Along the edges
When we pray: children searching along
The fringes of our existence
To find words to bleed onto the
Pages of the flesh we still cling to
Trying to make sense, trying to make,                 just trying.

This ritual of poetic prayer is what the
Living do, a sort of bloodletting a sort of prayer.
Some days it is the only prayer that can be uttered these days.
Praying to be a letter opened.

The message: Live.

God has let the world bleed again
At the Borderlands so that we may
Find the words – the Word – to
Bleed truth on to the
Aging pages of our souls,
And live out our cries of anguish and joy to the Cosmos.