Archive for the ‘1981’ Category


Saturday, February 14th, 1981
         Another time...another moment
           with indelible written on it
           the strobe flash of recognition
         amid the mindless progressions of moments...the day to day.

         A lifetime's change point bridging time and insignificance
           it brings to ground against the quiet paper.

         I run so hard most times and think so little
           our world's going to hell in a hundred ways
         and my loved ones and I wait near naked against its caprice
           nothing so precious here as their moments and their love
         and so much seems to escape me
           so much.

                                    14 Feb 1981

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —


Saturday, March 28th, 1981

I’d like to write of love
but I don’t know what to say.
The feelings run so deep
my words cannot convey.

Drink of it the fullest draught
these moment’s press the heart.

Outlined against the measured play
of certain clocks, entropic clay
the light that burns from love’s release
is the light that gives our hope belief.

28 Mar 1981
after seeing ‘The Jazz Singer’
with Rose in San Diego

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —


Saturday, April 11th, 1981

I hope this life sustains Rose.
This one of coming and going
this love for a week and then
wait for two.

I think of Chris and I’m always
amazed at my thoughts
small person with eyes
of such potential and trust

Loving Danny grew on me
like the ivy that overcame the church
but Chris has been a storm
ever since Rose and I gave him his life.

I hope she holds on
all my life, or hers.
Its the only feeling I have
that runs deeper
than the joy of living
and its pleasures

I’ve been so reckless with it
and I’ve been so lucky.

11 apr 1981
Vancouver, B.C.

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —