Category: Poetry
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First Wave Tears
Grief o’clock. I am writing through the worst season of the year for me. Bravery is the only way.
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Man of Pine and Cedar
January 14th would have been my dad’s 74th birthday. I hope he has an afterlife of all his favorite music. This is a poem about the things he left behind.
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Sometimes I Wonder Where I’ve Been
What is there to sayWhen all you wanted was half a chanceTo be a quarter as heardAnd a tenth as seen You test the bones under your waistYou ask them to lift you another dayYou unfold your spineAnd feel it settle A string of pearls down your backSwinging but steadying What is there to doWhen […]