My oldest son, William Rockaway Boger, died on July 23rd, 2023. He was celebrating his 30th birthday. Our relationship was strained. We often went weeks, and sometimes months, without talking, because I would not speak to him...
Category - Poetry
I'm working again as much as I can, both prose and poetry. This is my second "finished" piece, and I have a few more in the notebooks.
An old friend is a published poet, and sometimes his work inspires my work.
I sometimes lie to myself that I am a poet, deep-down and hidden, and that someday my talent will spontaneously blossom, like "the Lilly Inextinguishable," and I will compose a prize-winning collection of first drafts.
