I remember...   My grandfather's deep and thoughtful voice. He was quick to think and contemplative to speak. Usually. I remember how he would sit on a folding chair on the beach with his legs crossed and arms folded. He could be silly and {Read On …}

You were glamorousLooking so fearlessBut you were the frailestDid you hurt so youCouldn't get hurt?I never saw you butYou looked like a starGorgeousGlamorousDid you know that no one has aNice thing to say about you now?We barely remember youOr maybe {Read On …}

Sixty into One into Twenty-Four into Seven into OneOne into Life And on and on You're up I look at the clockTiming, counting down, counting backwardTime? Time for this? Time for that?Maybe, one dayI hear some people breakfast togetherI think that's a {Read On …}