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
baa baa black sheep, have you any wool? yes sir, yes sir, three bags full.…
night flights to london
On an August night in 2015, as I ate supper on the porch of the…