I would stand as a child and watch my mother light candles on Friday nights.
She would closer he... [+]
Poetry
Melancholy
1 min
I would stand as a child and watch my mother light candles on Friday nights.
She would closer he... [+]
if you concentrate
hard enough, sometimes
the fourth wall breaks—
fading just a moment
to... [+]
One day, long after they were gone,
cleaning out a cabinet in my grandparents' house,
buried... [+]
We head toward the peach orchard,
the one we found midsummer
at the edge of town, past the... [+]
I have seen this movie before,
I know how it ends, with troops in the streets,
and the charred... [+]
He climbed a telephone pole first;
next, a cell phone tower,
because he’d heard of ancient... [+]
He lost his second wife in Buffalo.
She hid behind his books and slipped away
on their due date... [+]
If you find my sorrow
keep it. It has been too long
festering and coagulating
... [+]