In memory of Josh Sinoway.

Lost sons and shooting stars—bright, beautiful, and too brief.

One neighbor to another, we cupped our hands around the news and gently released bits of broken star from one palm to the next until

Posted beside the invitation to a celebration (joyous notice of another year spinning the son of another mother further from the womb), posted beneath the proclamation of something Lost (that someone somewhere hopes will come home), pressed against the wooden boards that bares the soul of our small place is this…

A tribute to a blazing star that lost his way.

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UPDATE: Here is a link to his Obituary.