Who will write my life?

Who will weigh my sins

and all the good, perhaps, have I had?

Who will pardon me for having existed

for so long, having changed so little?

Will my witnesses honor me and tell

all the love I have spread by the way?

May I take until my last home all the joy

I have been bathed in by birth,

that life’s disillusions have never dried.

I know there has been an angel

who has guided me, mainly

in some dark and strange nights.

Published in Red Wolf Journal, September 10, 2016.


Published in Spirit Fire Review, April 2017.


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