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Heaven Everyone has gone. But not for good. A woman's sweater on the bed still holds her scent. So she'll be back. But for now, pot...

Au Lait Gonna just plain warm it up, Jill (the coffee) that you tried to tempt me with while it was still too hot and I would NOT sit in the...

A River Joe Somoza Earlier, as I was driving Jill to work, it poured. When I got home, the cat was meowing from inside the old Juarez dog ho...

Joseph Somoza's "Sojourner, So to Speak" By Blake de Pastino NOVEMBER 17, 1997: No one has ever written about Joseph Somoza...

The Life Ah, to feel irreverent! To sit in a pool of quiet and not contemplate but just consider where to go for lunch, or how a certain per...

A Nearly 60th Birthday Poem Ah Friday, September! I'm happy in a melancholy way. I'd rather gleam like those little suns reflecting ...

God is the memory of walking with you on Sheridan Road, discovering a new chain cafe, maybe Starbuck's. Do they serve bagels at Starbuck...