My soul has been screaming for days upon end; It shall not stop. Just like the unrequited spirits who stir and moan and rage in their helpless state; too late to change and too late to make amends... The Banshee that dwells in my soul will wail and wail in it's justified torment until it's... Continue Reading →
Dad’s Eyes
"He just doesn't want to talk, that's all", mom said. I hadn't seen or spoken to Dad in weeks, especially after the diagnosis. I lived far away and it wasn't easy to get to where he was, but I knew something was wrong. Against my "wife's" insistence, I took the trip, knowing full well what... Continue Reading →
Memories of Dad
His hands were always hard, and gnarled, Like the hands of one who had spent his life mending fishing nets or working on mending things in general… like the mistakes I made. His smile was always gentle, yet, he didn’t show it much…. It betrayed him and gave him away for the soft and caring... Continue Reading →
Landing Craft: A Poem
The day was late…so late I was weary, but not as weary as he was; After all this was his last day and one has the right to be weary, When they are in a prize fight; When they are going to another shore. The day got later—but slowly, as if to say “you’ll thank... Continue Reading →
I Was Not His: A Poem
I Was Not His He lay there in that flowered room And drew his breath, raspy and gasping…trying to draw his breath; Like an old garden gate about to fall from it’s hinges… …I was not his But I sat in the Hospice room And watched over him… Because he was mine. I sat and... Continue Reading →