You’re 65 and tired beyond all measure. In the desert of your lassitude Your last drop of vitality Has drained away, Your vibrant years all stacked behind you, The dull ones stretching out ahead In a tedious dead-end road. Then Read more ›


Despite a notice in the paper Requesting contributions In lieu of flowers, They continued to arrive, Like uninvited guests, The buds of bereavement The petals of sorrow, A lush memorial of Stately peace lilies with stylish fronds, Thorny bushes of Read more ›