Two Poems Written While my father was dying and in the aftermath.

The Laundry Chute

My father was a boundless optimist, and even during a blood transfusion, he could still get excited talking about building our house back in the 1960s.

ANOTHER POEM ABOUT THE MOON

One of my favorite and early poetry teachers, Maureen Seaton, used to always warn us about writing poems about the moon!