Two Poems for the Pan*****
So, two more little poems. I can’t help it. They just pop out. Whether they spread uncontrollably is, well, not up to me. Maybe a smile amid the little glimmers of loss that intrude on the day.
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Good Friday
Morning coffee comes to our cells, We are not in jail, we are monks of the pandemic “Go to your
The Grief Among Us
My daughter is an executive coach and a counselor and sent me an article this week in the Harvard
The Flatpickin' Pilgrim's Progress 