One of my husband’s favorite stories is when I met his dad for the first time and I opted out of the introductory handshake…
I like it when my hair is wildand my feet are bare.I like the lines on my face that speak for me:“Been…
Like the vacancy light shorted out with 40 rooms sitting empty in his chest.But he didn’t notice.The cherry gloss Mustangs…
If 2020were a poemit would havea lot of consonants.A hit of cognitive dissonance,a heavy arrhythmic halt.
Mrs. Gibson, I hope you’re still gracing this world with your wisdom. Because I owe you an apology.
21 February 2011
Dear NeNe,
This is an acrostic poem. The first letter of every line forms a hidden word or phrase. Words to live by from a man who…
You caught me off guardsmack in the middle of my complacencyand first-world problems.