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What will they say of me when I am gone? An eccentric fool lost in his yesterdays? A lonely soul locked away in the ancient house He save..

Yesterday Juan Carlos Rivera died He was the gardener You know, “that one” who tended The patios of Doña Margarita ..

The mountains form their false horizonFitting into each other like loversIllustrated by moon shadowsOnly the gossip of brooks to break their silen..

Love never really disappears

I went to dinner at Don and Ellen’s home They were not hesitant to tell me That there was a motive to their invitation I needed to ..

Boxes and cupboards, closets and drawers I am retrieving everything from my past And freeing them to a world of usage Even old wine will..

Your thoughts take you away from me To places I think I need to fear And a cough, changing channels, nothing Returns you to my arms ..

He returned from Iraq a morsel of what he was Paraplegic and helpless He returned to Margaret His wife of 13 years. She bought a hospi..

They stand before me in uniform columns A mixture of snapshots and Polaroids As testimony to the time of us Each is a witness to a momen..