Poem: Those Who Remember

A new poem from Ray Hemachandra: “Those Who Remember”

Poem: My Father’s Hands, in memoriam

A new poem by Ray Hemachandra: “My Father’s Hands, in memoriam”

Favorite Person The excitement of hello vibrates and shines not with the promise of what’s to come but just for … More

To have and to hold until death has no part He had a secret. He grabbed you and pulled you … More

late dreams, autumn some flowers open and close day and night, blossom and fall spring and autumn. i do the same on … More

Here’s what I think I know: My grandmother Leathe Hemachandra was born Leathe Wade Colvert in New York City on … More