You would have been 72 today.
Rahab’s dance lingers,
flavors of the pig savors;
bitching’s not in me.
The scream of age unbidden comes,Too often in the night,When guts are ripped and muscles torn,And memory is shorn from sight.We’ll…
I’m turning 38 tomorrow. Hey, now wait a minute, that’s not right! 38? How the hell did that happen? ( Yes, I know how it…
“Hello darkness my old friend…”