442
just this once death bites its tongue

441
death has the last word christmas day

440
if I must die

then I want to fall

into the sky 

439
poetry reading
showing up unannounced
death

438

inside the rose

brailling my way

to that last breath

437
November sun
I've signed up for the pre-death
butterfly dance lesson

    ~ after Santoka

436
nearing 59
I leave the cemetery gate
ajar

435
where we're going
that woman with the shy bladder
won't need a restroom

434
wanderlust  death's lure for the soul?

433
eating lunch
on an ordinary Sunday
I think of dying

Even cowards become heroes, as facing death is the ultimate act of courage.

432
just another Sunday
while eating lunch
I think about dying

431
breathless death takes notice

430
death temporarily laid off too

429
on a short break
death stops
to skip stones with me

428
death breaks up
another marriage:
heaven and hell

427
I decline the invitation
to a party in my honor
hosted by GR*

* the Grim Reaper

426
another long line
why is death always
picking on me

425
between death and square one me

424
autumn
reflections
death
has
the
advantage

423
sitting down to write
death starts
to pick my brain