June 26, 2019

 A true warrior - you have climbed the last mountain, the mists have cleared, and you are in Heaven.  But the world is missing you.

June 21, 2019

Three dogs sleep and dream,

Talking, singing, whispering –

Through the mists of sleep.

Dogs in the morning,

Converging with scrabbling paws,

Dizzy, wild with joy.

June 4, 2019


June 2, 2019

A son of Irish immigrants, my father became a patrolman in Cleveland’s Fourth Precinct, the roughest district in Ohio in the late 1940s and 50s.  He sometimes w...

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