I could squeeze this into a novel sometime right?

I was stationed in Japan at the time and remembered listening to some of the marines talk about home and the things they went through. So I wanted to express a dab of what they talked about.

The image gave rise to this “playful” piece.

Just me.

A poem of life as it should be – or so I thought in 1981.

In order to move forward you often have to leave some things behind.

The last of my Angels series.

Simply searching for freedom.

About the need to let go.

In a nightmare, I journeyed to Tehran, where I was shown home truths.