Category: poetry

In shadows cast by tender hands, I trace My nature’s dual adept—the soft, the fierce; Gentle am I, for well I know the scar A…

I am damaged goods. I had parents, they made mistakes. Some of those mistakes left doubts, misunderstandings, and the seeds for more mistakes. I had…

The day we met, I learned to breath. I know there was a time before, a time I existed when you weren’t in my life,…