
still flying those night flights
This is a poem to remember August evenings, summer, travel, dreams, hope, death, grief, rebirth,…
This is a poem to remember August evenings, summer, travel, dreams, hope, death, grief, rebirth,…
Flashback November 8, 2011: “I don’t really want to have all those bags in there,” Mom…
baa baa black sheep, have you any wool? yes sir, yes sir, three bags full.…
On an August night in 2015, as I ate supper on the porch of the…