I never got to meet you
To show you how to be
I never got to look at you
To see how much was me
Read moreThe First Conversation
“You’re Not a Real Man”: The Missed Fortune of Being a Dad
The stinging pang of hunger drained the few joules of energy from Beke’s exhausted body. With his feet swollen and succumbing to the great desert heat, he dragged himself towards home.
Read moreThe teacher
I retained all of my father’s lessons.
They are packed in the back of
my mind, next to an old smoking habit
and memories of a former flame
who flickers with each passing day.
Read moreA dance of agony in masks
The separation from others around me, the loneliness.
Alone, I sit on a park bench,
no stars tonight, out of sight
under these dark clouds that haunt (me) us so.
Read morePassing voices
I heard him say I look mired
in my grief, I’m just tired.
It’s exhausting telling people
the line ends with me.
Read more