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The book The House of the World has been nominated for the Pulitzer Prize and is now available on Amazon.


When I die
I would like to evaporate.
There would be no remains
to say I was or wasn’t.
Only that the sun
would not see my shadow.
The boy that played hide and seek
could not find me,
and the woman who loved me
would wonder was it all a dream?

Only artifacts.
A watch that stopped,
A ring laying on a table.
Paper filled with notes and confusions,
then memories would fade
leaving no eddy on the surface
of the continuum.

Until perhaps I am born again
wise beyond my years,
recognizing those I’ve never met,
and falling in love
all over again,
at first sight.

Published inIndex of all Poems