A cycle of freeverse poems written for/about my Grandpa Robert L Stevenson during his final days, and in the wake of his death as i reflected about our adventures together.
Of all my relations, i am perhaps the most like him in many ways: we love(d) roadtrips, foreign travel, good conversations, quirky motels, other people’s stories, and wearing glasses.
Accompanying the free verse are a variety of photos of him and me and other bits which remind me of this remarkable man who checked off 67 countries and 80 something years.
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