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...

Revenant

A short poem reflecting on the nature of memory, loss, and loving ghosts...

scars

Scars hold memories. These are a few of mine...

Shoulder-High

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