When Death Comes Like a Thief in the Night

I miss them. I do.

spent

a lamentation

the work comes — it goes
every call is torture to the bones.
we communicate with vigor, yet
with…

Ode to a Man Who Once Called Me a “Porcelain Doll”

A free verse poem

The Eyes Don’t Lie

Living with keratoconus and the treatment I’ve sought.

America, You Have Killed Me Thousands of Times, Yet I’m Still Living.

We are fighters. Get used to it.

Empty

A lamentation

I suppose I should move past the teary-eyed moments
but they find their way in at the most…

Behold, the Love of A Big Sister

A free verse poem

soliloque

A space for my thoughts

Musical Selection: Bishop Briggs|River

Hearts of Burden

Fiction

Musical Selection: Luther Vandross|Better Love

If I Blink, He Disappears