This is my first shot at free verse. Constructive feedback would be appreciated. He sits at the foot of my bed His words a river Filling the empty lake Of his daughter’s soul. Those days when my spine quivers, He becomes the mountain at my back. When I worry myself into a knot He is … Continue reading This Man
Sill trying my hand at poetry. This is a Korean form called Sijo. You can learn more from the Sejong Cultural Society Quarks, cells, and stars in her head; sharp and aware of here and now.Living room graced by Fairies, fantasy is reality.Slowly unbecoming, I must find for her a safe place.
She is slowly unbecoming. She can talk about quarks and black holes, but doesn't know how to pay bills. Fairies grace her living room and she spends the day watching the trees outside of her window talk. She lives in a beautiful world. I must be the one to pack up her life and give … Continue reading Safety Matters
Dad pulled into the parking space as I lay in the backseat looking at the ceiling of the car. I took a bite of my red Twizzler and said, “Do you suppose all raindrops are the same size?” I heard him put the car into park and undo his seatbelt. “Probably not.” He opened the … Continue reading Holding Hands