You Are Forever. Happy 50th Birthday, Bev! Dear Bev, You are foreverI’ve been trying to write this poem for weeksBut I can’t seem to find the right words to speakTo all of the missingTo express the extent of loss I feelI miss youAnd I know, I knowThis poem is 10 years...
🫶🏼 For (you). ❤️ we’ll call it our cover. Let’s give this a go, yeah?Let’s meet up somewhere neither of us knows and we can just be.Let’s buy a couple of empty postcards and draw ourselves exactly as we are.Right now.We’ll call it our cover.And we’ll hold it to...
The Delta love is the greatest adventure. It’s cold here. But not the kind of cold that bites my skin under my hoodie, so I bear it. I grip my fingers tight together and use my breath as makeshift gloves. I have a vision of my beanie in my top left dresser drawer back...
Boston, MA when you grow up nowhere and everywhere. It’s important to know that I grew up nowhere and everywhere. We moved around so much that I didn’t even know what version of myself was most authentic until I was in my early 20s. New places came with new posters...
Wake Up grief is the loudest emotion. when someone diesthere is a pause in the earth’s rotationas ifthe axis we all depend on forgot to keep movingas ifthe world we all inhabit forgot to set her alarm clockor maybelike the rest of uswanted to keep hitting snooze...
Dear Xavy a letter to my unborn son. Dear Xavy (Zah-vee, short for Xavier), First, I’d like to apologize.I’ve tried twice now to start our family line, but both times have ended in surprise heartbreak and regret.You are already supposed to be here.I am...
