What Are your Memories?: The Alzheimer’s Song [For Sue]   the old garden where we sit is overgrown with weeds choking with each passing day flowers memories stories and—terrifyingly—your You the old apple tree no longer bears fruit still it stands tall roots...

Christmas in New York [2004]

“Christmas in New York”   In a dark, quiet corner Amid the blackness of the season of light Lonesome in a crowd of millions Sipping hopeful wine, in a hopeless time.   I wonder how many more dreams will die Before we dance the dance of resurrection. I know...
I AM

I AM

I am; I am the dark matter of my dark mother, burning deep in space; I am the salty ocean of my tears, tears shed for a world of possibility and despair; I am the story of my ancestors, and the imagination of my daughter; I am memories of the long journeys, of stories...