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Echoes of Memories

This poem came out of my grieving process when I lost my Dad in January 2011. Death, for the living, is strange Someone you love is there even if they aren’t a part of your every day life and then … Continue reading

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The Apple

Written in 1983. Cobwebs hang from the drawers. The empty seat      covered with dust sits abandoned      by the desk. Death      now sits here looking at thirty desks      aligned in six rows. No more do children laugh      in this place. No … Continue reading

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Death

Written in 1984, this is another expression of my grief of losing my grandmother. Loss. A missing piece of the puzzle. A knot in the throat. A Demon in the gut. An unfulfilled need. A missing. A not there. A … Continue reading

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The Death of a Loved One

This poem comes from my writing journal. It is more a random thought than a poem, but is poetic in nature so I share it here. The death of a loved one lingers at my side like the specter of … Continue reading

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Poignancy Is in the Eye of the Beholder

This morning I was writing a review of “The Offspring,” an episode of Star Trek: The Next Generation, for SyFyPortal.com, which I regularly contribute to. In this episode Data creates a “child” who surpasses him in the ability to experience … Continue reading

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Cheating death

What would happen if a person who repeatedly contemplated suicide but never went through with it faced death for real? I cheated Death when I first contemplated suicide at the age of five. But Death won’t be cheated for long. … Continue reading

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Abuela

Written the summer of 1984 in reaction to losing my Grandmother. I found out just before leaving for the airport to be an exchange student in England. By the time I returned 9 weeks later, everyone else had had a … Continue reading

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