Friends are the only angels that truly exist And this is the only world we will see, Thus gain of a friend's a true gain And dearly remembered, As we should do, Ever Shall. My mind often wanders to my first good dear friend When we spent our youth in the...
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Nostalgia Stories
In my youth we lived in San Diego, Or rather I should say, in Chula Vista. I was a youngster, watching the big show. The world was mine, flowering with delight. Nothing was lost to my eyes all aglow. Climbing up into the arms of a tree I watched the scary...
Moving Out
thoughts and feelings about moving out of a beloved home.MOVING OUT The books are packed, taken from the shelves where they have sat for years, their titles waking memories with their silent words. I’ve taken down paintings from the walls, and photographs of my children, their youthful skin from years ago now s...
Sinopem, or, Nostalgia
Is it a physical space we seek to find inside, loved ones, ourselves once all is no longer?the homeland enters the main veinher incomparable scent penetrates each body cellone stunning aroma after anotherthirsting for her, beyond any measurein hunger pangscaptive in intense longingetched in permanence into memorymy childhood in many of her spac...