still flying those night flights
This is a poem to remember August evenings, summer, travel, dreams, hope, death, grief, rebirth,…
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7 poems to share because they’re there
I write because I must. But not always about my journey as a dementia…
some gods write plans
This poem demanded to be heard after I listened to a long-ago telephone conversation with a familiar…
joys and tears throughout the years
Despite the tears and sorrow infused in passing years, I am grateful for the joy…
broken doors and a gun to my head
This is a dark piece of poetry. Like the joyful, tender pieces I write, this poem…
night flights to london
On an August night in 2015, as I ate supper on the porch of the…