Poem: All the Love
When I was little, my mom would misspell the ending of her name with an “ie” instead of a “y” in attempt to help people remember how to spell my name. I think that exemplifies who my mom is,...
Tagged: Love
Poem: Fatherly Love
It’s funny the things we remember. I don’t remember my Dad crying except for a few times. One was on my wedding day when he first saw me. Another is when I’ve read my poems to him. After a poem,...
Poem: Instead of Sky
Instead of soil layer the Earth with footprints and ghosts. Instead of sky line it with breath and thunderous heartbeats. Instead of void fill the space in between with everything you cannot see but know like wind, hope, faith, and...
