Why is it that time can heal my wounds only to leave scars that Exist in my head and not on my arms Where I can see them. I only wish I remembered this pain before it Swelled up in my throat And choked me. I didn’t pick up the phone. I  let it ring,... Continue Reading →

I can't sleep or I'll get drunk,  On the lucid liquid I sip in my dreams.  If I fall too deep I won't wake up Because I'll dream of you, alive and well,  My hair is long and my hands are full With dandelions from the garden we planted.  If I sleep I'll remember everything... Continue Reading →

Porridge: An Excerpt from Porridge: A Memoir

Porridge Porridge:A lumpy morning soup.Like oatmeal, onlyMade with oats or cornmeal.It’s sweet and filling,And quickly finished.The scent of nutmeg,CinnamonAnd brown sugar.Porridge:It fills you up and keeps you warm.Daddy made it best,“Eat the corners first, they won’t burn your tongue.”Porridge:What we have left to remember.It’s sweet and filling,And quickly finished.Like life,Like love,Like him.It’s sweet and fillingAnd all... Continue Reading →

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