This is Not a Poem
“This is not poetry!”my son shoutsthe darkness of his eyesswimming in outrage Because I can’t just arrangewords on the pageto make pretty shapesthe words have …
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Watching Me
Four in the morning, I’m leaving for the airportIn the mirror I see you standing at the doorWatching me,crying My eyes feel the prickle fromthe …
Love of My Life
I wish I could have told her how much I loved her. I lived with her for sixteen years. She was my everything. I was …