In remembrance off all the brave men and woman who lost their lives on this horrific day.

Remembering my mom.

I could smell the dead and still I smelled worse, my bed becoming my coffin; how many times I wished to die in my sleep. Memorial Scent… when I finally do die there will be nothing left of me but a mess; I will only be remembered as crap.

For you cousin…

A pub named in tribute to a major dialect poet.

A memorial poem for Richard Aimo Hieta who is remembered as a leader of an auto wash at the Finnish Hall juxtaposed to his working in an auto repair shop ending with his death from cancer.

The Vietnam Memorial in Washington, D.C. and the emotions carried with it in the remembrance.

Memorial rings were popular generations ago. Many persons kept these traditional rings on gold chains.

A Letter to my best Friend. R.I.P.

The hardest thing I have faced in my life was the loss of my mother. She was my best friend and I will always miss her.