still flying those night flights
This is a poem to remember August evenings, summer, travel, dreams, hope, death, grief, rebirth,…
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yesterday if not sooner would have been better
Flashback November 8, 2011: “I don’t really want to have all those bags in there,” Mom…
yes mom, yes mom, three bags full
On October 30, 2011, which coincidentally was also a Sunday, I arrived at Mom’s place…
night flights to london
On an August night in 2015, as I ate supper on the porch of the…