This is for the people who make us who we are. For the parents, grandparents, heroes. For the authors who speak our hearts into existence. For the friends who knew us before we changed our last names. This is for the readers who want to be part of something but do not know how. For … Continue reading To You.
Teaching myself how to make art (April 2017)
Some poems have disappeared over time. Every writer has at least one: a half-memory of some pivotal moment that no longer has any physical proof. I can clearly picture one day after school in the 7th grade while I watched a boy I didn’t know I loved read a poem I wrote for him. I … Continue reading Brandon and my Great, Gaping Heart