My father and I and the things I miss…

Every time around this year I remember my dad. He died 9 years ago. I watched him breathe his last over Skype, which feels ironic in these times. Still, I managed to fly backwards and forwards to London several times through the course of his decline, for which I am ever grateful. I still missContinue reading “My father and I and the things I miss…”

The Rituals of our Remembering

In the shadow of Autumn In the season that invites retreat With red leaves shed like tears To pool beneath The ages old arms Of ages old trees We light a candle   We light a candle for you Who loved the flickering promise That dances in the flame’s orange-blue heart   We light aContinue reading “The Rituals of our Remembering”