b.d. trail

each year, on the anniversary of our meeting, i read my sweetie a poem called "growing old together" by the man who taught me to be a writer -- the soldier-teacher-poet benard doss trail, whom i've blogged on at length elsewhere. (i've added some links to a few more places where you can read his work online -- look over there on the right and you'll see 'em.) i have i copy of the complete oeuvre at la casa. i'll be reading 'em aloud, 'cos that's how poetry works best, over the next coupla weeks. so, if you wanna hear me declaiming poetry about war and love and death, come on-a my house.

rest easy and thank you, sir.