Scattering his Ashes at Sea

My companion of fifty-six years Once the handsome stranger Who took my breath away Me, the girl in pink lipstick Luring him for a second family The engineer, leaving home early; til late Wearing headset, as rockets slowly lifted; Suddenly pluming, orange and yellow flames Rattling windows Streaking paths to distant points, dark in spaceContinue reading “Scattering his Ashes at Sea”

Hearts

Our art group occasionally suggests a project for the group.  With Valentine’s Day approaching, Barbara suggested “Hearts.”  No one has ever accused me of being overly sweet or sentimental, so I greeted this idea with some skepticism and a slight hint of rebellion.  However, on contemplation and with a desire to be a good sport,Continue reading “Hearts”