Kenny

As a kid, I had a close friend whose family moved away and suddenly one day he was just gone. For some reason, the memory of losing him has always been tied up with this other one...

Right-of-Way

A reflection on dividing lines and the roles they do and don't play in childhood.

Shoulder-High

This prose-poem is about my paternal grandfather, who always walks with me.

Moment(u)s

Special for Father's Day, these three postcard poems developed from a prompt to imagine a photograph of someone...