I've decided to try some audio - nothing fancy (granted, I just spent an hour+ goofing around with Garage Band). Just a recording of A Winged Dream. Thought it was fitting, since my father loved when I read to him, and this is about him. Bear in mind: like you do yours, I cannot really … Continue reading Radio, Radio….
You were so much closer to me, then. Twenty-eight, still facing time. I do not think I will see you again.The mission door, creaking, swinging wide, A handful of dirt, your gentle face dissolving under lime. You were so much closer to me, then.In my son, my nightly search for your face, midnights by his bedside, … Continue reading A Winged Dream