Two little stories about the first day of school range from joy to violent despair.

My uncle Nathan, my mother’s brother, would have been 70 this month. He was only 40 when he died in 1988. Sad and shocked, I wrote this poem for my Mom at the time and it was part of his memorial service.  Just today, I […]

Today would have been my brother’s 49th birthday.

This is a quiet little poem for him.