Hunched over, concentration. Concentration full of ache.So full, focus wanes, and my mind wanders to all the little could have beens.Kid…
In the bottom drawer lies the unfinished letter, collecting dust for years between…
These soft hands I hold, still new, unscarred by life’s knockstiny fingers grasp mine…
For the February 2024 Writing Prompt for “Thirty over Fifty” writers, I present a poem that I…
The requiem of a fallen leafetches lines upon the soul,like elegies written in the language…
Peer with me into the distance. Into tomorrow, and tomorrow’s, tomorrow. And so on. Peer with me. No matter how far you look.I will…