I just tell myself: This is part one. Agonizing even over what I can say on Rui’s birthday has plagued me for some time. It sets me an un-meetable deadline every year, along with the anniversary of his abduction in the middle of June. The pressure to speak wisely and feelingly builds, but the truth … More Remember, Remember, Sixteenth of November
Dear Rui I am writing you this note today because I find that I don’t know any other way to reach you than this. I have been trying for nearly three years now to find out where you are, where your mother and her conspirators are keeping you. I have sent messages and presents to … More Love to Rui, January 2013
Green leaves of summer turn red in the fall To brown and to yellow they fade. And then they have to die, trapped within the circle time parade of changes. The world’s spinning madly, it drifts in the dark It swings through a hollow of haze, A race around the stars, a journey through The … More When the Night Came On, It Was Very Calm
Rui’s Birthday – Friday, November 16, 2012 “Takes more than guns to kill a man.” “Joe Hill” (Alfred Hayes & Earl Robinson, 1925) I had forgotten what day … More New Year’s Eve Memory, 2005 (Rui is 7 Years Old)
