August 2017 ~ Only Years

I have long loved this poem, deeply touching without a hint of sorrow or regret.  The title is a clue. May your memories, likewise, bring a soft fragrance to your heart. I come back to the cottage in Santa Monica Canyon where Andrée and I were poor and Happy together. Sometimes we Were hungry and [...]

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May 2016 ~ Rain

Toward evening, as the light failed and the pear tree at my window darkened, I put down my book and stood at the open door, the first raindrops gusting in the eaves, a smell of wet clay in the wind. Sixty years ago, lying beside my father, half asleep, on a bed of pine boughs [...]

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