The Greatest Generation |
My last connection to the greatest generation has gone to meet her ancestors. She was connected to me by marriage and blood. There are none now to tell the tales of the youth of my father. I...
Posted by Marc Allen on Sat, 14 Apr 2007 10:32:00 PST |
All these rivers running... |
Her photo emerges from the bottom of an old box, brittle and yellowed. Forgotten things and bits of yesterdays. Thirty two years, thirty two years. And if I concentrate, I can almost hear the so...
Posted by Marc Allen on Sun, 08 Apr 2007 09:28:00 PST |
Renewal of Light and Life |
Warmer nights bring more sirens through the streets, their song tells of somebody having a really bad day. The old Hampton Heath top coat lays across the chair unworn. Sleepless I strum absent-mindedl...
Posted by Marc Allen on Tue, 03 Apr 2007 09:31:00 PST |
Terry Dalton |
It is with great sadness that I bid farewell to Terry Dalton. I will miss him tremendously. Terry and I first crossed paths at Paris On The Platte in the late eighties. If not for Terry, I would never...
Posted by Marc Allen on Mon, 26 Mar 2007 04:21:00 PST |
