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Winged Victory

For Remembrance Day/Armistice Day/Veterans Day Moc-Chau, Vietnam The fields are fully green again where only yesterday was shed wild blood of exuberant youth beauteous youth their blood staining the earth still, though unseen now, the stain hidden beneath the fields … Continue reading

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Sun City

  In dreams I walk in furrows of deep crusted snow with you where we once walked in slow motion Autumn among nodding twigs and leaves of many colors before we started Winter fires loving; the flames turning crackling logs … Continue reading

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Reflections on “Think Pink” – A Re-Post

  It’s a memory as fresh as  yesterday’s  although more than 50 years have gone. Two newly wed kids, just 21 and 18, after a nice dinner at home in our little apartment.  I light up.  Lucky Strike. “Can I try … Continue reading

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Kitchen Witch

The kitchen witch still hangs in the window dangling from a string along with the spirits and distant echos She moves ever so slightly as if a ghost had passed a little too close The sun shines on her and … Continue reading

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Time Flies

It’s after midnight It was nine when I turned on the lamp, sitting here, neither reading nor talking alone in the house who is here to talk with? Only the shade of my former self reminding me of earthly pleasures … Continue reading

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For Nickie – Who Would Have Been 67 Next Week

Mom, standing, holding Nicholas.  Seated are my aunt and her son (he’s now retired in Arizona.  On the ground are Alfred (left) and me (right.  Taken in Hempstead Lake State Park on Long Island, 1949. Nickie, Alfred  and me. In that … Continue reading

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The Big Game

For my eldest son Daniel Jason, who would be 42 now, but will always remain forever young A son is buried ‘neath Monmouth fields at the mountain of the little olives just a short pass from Vince Lombardi whom I’m … Continue reading

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Tampa Lightning

Thunder and lightning sturm und drang rolling over the bay; low on the horizon an electrical storm of hail breaking havoc, blowing transformers leaving us in sparks and darkness with only the sound of crickets and bullfrogs, the silence of … Continue reading

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Making Angie Cry – For V.J. Day

Everyone was so happy that day,  I didn’t know why they were happy but I was happy too.  I rode on daddy’s shoulders down 13th avenue, passed the Endicott theater, the waving and happy people kissing in the street. Grandma … Continue reading

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Spanish Wood

by toritto Memories of furniture and lamps a most familiar room where someone else now lives and loves, the house and all it’s walls embracing strangers. To the right of our bedroom door a tall  chest, filled with ties and … Continue reading

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