Now that I’m retired, I can laugh about it…
Somewhere, there is a bookWith your name, and perhapsA scribble in your handWithin its margins — I wish toDrink this marginalia, this…
The heartache we carried along, like a sixth sense,the sharp knife of betrayal…
In the time before The Great Pause, I was a frequent traveler. I received my first passport stamp back in 2007 on a solo…