My Poetry and Prose Blogology
Lest I Forget
“…and after wandering 46 years
we often forget stuff
of all types and shapes…”
Our Hometown
“You're not my hometown, but—
there was a before—where we all lived together—”
“…and after wandering 46 years
we often forget stuff
of all types and shapes…”
“You're not my hometown, but—
there was a before—where we all lived together—”