The somberly dressed family stares out of a formal portrait taken in the early part of the last century, Michael and Appolonia surrounded by their eleven children. Their children in turn had eighty-one offspring. From there the line extends to…
Standing next to you on the step, I caught your voice from the indigo sky speaking to me when your shadow crossed the ground. Your cloud raced to the horizon skimming the blue disc of morning, wonder became gold, laced…
I time traveled the other day — And visited you. On memories beach we coiled unblemished – vacillation scudding before the wind in the sea grass. Certainty endured there — waves folded the shuffled sand, no…
The slate gray morning sky welcomes. The rippling breeze crosses the water and dapples with a shuffling touch. Sunrise below the muted clouds breaks trail to the green horizon across the lake. My waking foot hits the floor. You are…
Doughnuts! When the grandson comes to town, we go to Raphael’s Bakery and Café. On one trip, an attempt at rearranging a mangled doughnut with “sprinkles” met with the “death stare,” a shaming, pointing index finger and, “No Grandpa.” Ray…