Poetry

Our stutter-step republic, what was it that made you  give it all away? Were you always this way? Since day

To one of the strongest women I know.

I passed someone on the street this morning on my block. They were wrapped in a blanket, no face, hands or feet, visible.

Ah ah ah, the world is ending and I can’t afford to find my keys again. These insights I

When we were kids, my sister and I, with my dad middle week and every other weekend, got up early mornings to get to school. We sat in traffic for hours.