You have departed from us to go and make heaven a more liberal place. You may now rest with John and Bobby. Your footsteps are permanent imprints of truth. You fought like a swordsman.
The red, white, and blue is half-staffed and saddened. Father, his impression was felt - and his message was delivered. Not one of us is free ... until we are all unchained.
Dear readers, this is my third book of poems, and inside are a special collection of what have turned out to be not only MY personal favorites, but also the favorites of many of YOU. Some of these have never been available in print before...