Categories

Archive

Uncle Joe

0

You always smelled likelimburger cheese and slibovitz.I remember how you held your nosebetween two fingersand blew it into the streethow you slurped your borshtstraight from the bowlhow you said with a Polish accent“Vot a vunderful tuchus she has.”A refined man you Read more ›

Moving On

0

My grief is like a storm which rumbles to an end. The wind dies down the current slackens on the shoals white clouds stretch across the sky like huge confections. I still recall the splendor of her smile the solace Read more ›