To a Lost Love, at Sunset (A Haiku)


Evening skies darken Last light glows with fire-red hues; My heart yearns for you.

Tempus Fugit: Remembering Cheryl T- 50 Years Later (Epilogue)


I never even talked about Cheryl much with “the girl who came after,” and – I don’t know why the fuck I did this – what little I did say was not true. I don’t remember what cockamamie story I told K the few times that she asked about the girl I had left behind, but I can tell you that I did not tell her about the pink sweater, or that I had cried myself to sleep three nights in a row before starting school at Tropical Elementary on Monday, November 13, 1972.