The Long Cold Nights of June

On a cold dark Tuesday night in June 2006, my youngest brother, George (Hori) committed suicide.

In the months and years that followed, I wrote constantly, pouring out my grief, anger and disbelief that I no longer

had my beloved, little brother in my life.

This collection is the "best of" those poems from that time.

My hope is that anyone who has ever suffered a sudden, tragic or unexpected death of a loved one may find hope and healing in my words.



"Weeping may endure for a night but joy does

indeed return in the morning." Psalm 30 v 5: b