My heart leaps along with the violin. My mind is cleared. There is hope everywhere. My cats glance up from their cat tree. Is she finally writing after a long break? Get it all out. Ideas bloom in my imagery garden. I examine from all…

  It was the sixth hour Rain did pour— As my mind scoured Through old folk—lore   The clock’s hand began to rotate As my eyes fixed to gaze Synchronized with the hand of fate I swear— its only existence was that to amaze  …

Buried deep beneath the earth evidence of love, death, birth. Remnants of a time long past have seen the light of day at last. Such treasures hold our memories. A history planted with the trees. Roots of family life lived well. Stories that these items…

751 unmarked graves found, just children, innocent ones who should not know such awful truths about humanity or rather inhumanity 751 lives cut short, separated from family, from community 751 unmarked graves of children shipped off, language and culture forbidden. 751 children whose land we…

Unearthed in the backyard, a Folger’s coffee tin containing: One rusted bicycle bell, A cracked New Kids on the Block cassette, Two pink and yellow friendship bracelets, Dr. Pepper Lipsmackers, Folded lined-paper hearts and triangles, A faded polaroid of two girls wearing neon, hair in…

There’s a time capsule inside of me No one else will ever see For though I pour things out in verse Few know the stories behind the words They’re written snapshots of my life Every poem that I write Has some basis in my truth…

Crack. Twist. Hard pull. To whomever finds this, Mom made us use the word whomever. It’s January 1, 1962. John F. Kennedy is president. Mom made us put that part in, too. We are Sam and Erin Jakes. This is our time capsule. We hope…

Inside a dank can I found in the ground just digging a garden, you see.   I spied with delight the shimmery white a mother of pearl set there were three!   Inside the first thing a dainty Irish ring inside, it read my love,…

I never feel well when I should I’m drowning above the ocean And deaf in the silence of my home The only time I feel ok Is as arbitrary as my pain An umbrella in the bath tub, With my luck it might rain Headphones…

A new house, A new beginning, I think. New memories to make, New stories to tell. My toe hits an uprooted tile, Bending down, I look to see what that is. A little hiding place, From when the house was someone else’s home. A tin…