Poems

The poetry found here is either written by me or some of my favorite poets. Enjoy.

your vulnerability is a beautiful thing

the one with the ringlets,

roots darkening with age,

tips holding the memory

of sun and toddler time.

this one cups her small hands

of nine years on my cheeks,

eyes drawing mine into

twilight before saying,

“i don’t want you to die.”

Nothing

there is

Nothing

here

that wants you

to rest

just where you are

The Great White Page

The great white page 

holds 

this 

w o r d,

insignificant, precious,

an eyelash of a newborn,

soon to be blown away,

just

like

that.