child
I listen to his young silence far away next to me as I drive down the wide highway into the purple morning lit by the trail of sparks above us he will never know me when I am young and the stars bend around me
Family reunion of a sort
Last night, I was at a party given by a friend of mine, Becky, whom I hadn’t properly seen (except for her father’s funeral) for about 25 years. And she invited everyone else from “back then” too. You see, when I was a senior in high school, my mother and I were in our worst … Continue reading Family reunion of a sort
Published!
Buck’s new book, Breathing in Africa, was officially published last evening at the Mercantile Library. He gave a small talk to go along with it, and of course I have a picture…
Words of One Syllable Dept.
Via Ace of Spades HQ Speaking of being on the other side… Jack Murtha vows he will not sleep until the Jihadists get as much political benefit as possible from the alleged massacre of civilians by Marines in Iraq.
