“The past is never dead. It’s not even past.”
I remember howYou used to hold my hand whenWe walked along our street.
Legacy
Memory is prophecy.
A man remembers:
This is the way the world ends…
Night after nightthe old man’s headexplodes with ghosts,past tense dreamshe took to bedclamoring within him,wunderkammers filled with…
Sitting alone at 4 AM.Some cigarettes. Coffee.This cluttered table.
Angels
An Angel is a personwho arrives unbiddenin broken timeswhen love seems lostand opens a channelto…
for JLR
I remember you well,your love and your pain.Your warrior’s heart.Your woman’s eyes.Your ecumenical…