The August Odes
I wrote these last Summer in the final days of being a teenager…
Continue ReadingI wrote these last Summer in the final days of being a teenager…
Continue ReadingWatered down sunlight sneaks inside,
Past the dirty, aged glass of the windows…
I try to be the most honest with me…
Continue Reading“Your dad took his own life this morning”
Words I never thought I would hear coming out of my mom’s mouth …
A single word
A single phrase
A single expression
Of some praise…
Blue skies reveal the sorrow
that we borrow
from our parents…
“Guns don’t kill people”
What do you call the bullets
Shredding through fluid flesh…
I open my phone again And it glares back at me
“School Shooting, Six Dead” Three kids
Three teachers…
One day— one day perhaps,
You will read these thoughts
I’m pouring life into this ink…