Thursday, July 11, 2019

mind does not speak the
language of heart, and neither
can perceive spirit


Thursday, October 25, 2018

abundant with hope

an end...
  a beginning
    lacking optimism.

a beginning...
  an end
    abundant with hope.


Tuesday, October 2, 2018

somehow (for Sharon)

i knew and my heart sank
i did not permit hope,  
so i would be prepared,
equipped to prop her up when the words
would sweep her legs out  from under her.
and still somehow...
i was not equipped.

we looked into their eyes, we smiled, we  held it back.
we hid it for now
and somehow...
they seemed not to know.

we gathered them and our ourselves,
onto the floor and we spoke the news
unthinkable words impossible to speak.
we spoke just the same.

he opened up, he poured out, melted in her arms
and it flowed on and on
as we sat still and silent
and listened to it all.
and somehow...
he said it all.

i see her in their eyes.
i hear her in their voices, in their laughter, in their stories.
she is there.



Barb Vanaman

Sharon Parsons-Bortle╩╝s life came to a tragic end just as she was starting a new
life for herself and her children. Sharon always strived to have a positive
outlook on life and provide the best surrounding for her family. Regarless of the
life that surrounded her, Sharon always strived to do good in the community,
her job and especially with the ones she loved.
Born and raised in VIneland, Sharon used her degree in elementary education
to nurture and care for the children in the Vineland school system all of her
professional career. She touched many children╩╝s lives and made a difference in
more families that we will ever know.

Sharon’s Story

Friday, September 28, 2018

in orbit

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we all have emptiness
and it wants...
mostly what we don't have...
destroying what we do.
even so
if we can perhaps
place it in the center...
if we can learn
to balance it in the middle...
     like an axis...
it's gravity can hold
   the rest of our being
   around it
        in orbit


A supermassive black hole is the largest type of black hole in a galaxy, on the order of hundreds of thousands to billions of solar masses. Most, and possibly all galaxies, including the Milky Way,[2] are believed to contain supermassive black holes at their centers.[3][4]
Supermassive black holes have properties which distinguish them from lower-mass classifications:
  • The average density of a supermassive black hole (defined as the mass of the black hole divided by the volume within its Schwarzschild radius) can be as low as the density of water for very large mass black holes. This is because the Schwarzschild radius is directly proportional to mass, while density is inversely proportional to the volume. Since the volume of a spherical object (such as the event horizon of a non-rotating black hole) is directly proportional to the cube of the radius, and mass merely increases linearly, the volume increases by a much greater factor than the mass as a black hole grows. Thus, average density decreases for increasingly larger radii of black holes (due to volume increasing much faster than mass).
  • The tidal forces in the vicinity of the event horizon are significantly weaker. Since the central singularity is so far away from the horizon, a hypothetical astronaut traveling towards the black hole center would not experience significant tidal force until very deep into the black hole.

Thursday, September 13, 2018


who among us
   possessing hopefulness,
can ever be free of


Monday, September 10, 2018

Sunday, August 26, 2018

to your door

a cogent cerulean sky
the arraign of wind
   a smell of pine and cedar
      harangues my face
         and pulls on my heart
traversing past
   the sleepy water
    on the road to open meadows
      of emerald and gold
outlying silos
   set stoic
     amid crimson barns
in steady harmonization 
   of constant flow
     through the countryside
there is magnificence
   to be embraced
      in whichever open bearing
even so
  my compass points
    to the overgrown
      and thorned path
         to your door