Do you remember when I was five or six And you’d come home from such long trips And I’d follow you up to watch you unpack So glad to have my Daddy back (Always hoping for some souvenir of some sort Even if it was…

What will it take to show the world that I’m worth keeping? Burn in the waste of all the time you spent, your precious moments Unfold into me I’ll be your muse, I’ll be your effigy If only for one passing phase I’ll stay until…

To whomst the contents of this electronic, very bland, correspondence may concern: “Whomst” is not a word. Not necessarily. But it is necessary to tell you the places that we used to go where it was a word, well, they’re brighter now. And the non-word…

Ninety miles she walked, towards liberty or death with God’s voice in her ear.   Ninety miles she trudged through forest and stream she knew her worth and did not fear.   Ninety miles she led her people, like Moses led the Israelites, from bondage…

The sleeping fighter has opened her eyes, finally awakening to her potential. She has screamed alone In silence for too long, and it is now time to speak and let her voice be heard. She picks up her shield of inner peace, cracks and chips…

Dearest Nana, My Chateau is warm today With the shining summer sun Just in time For The Poetry Month! So I write to you this letter To introduce Epistolary Poetry And ask if you will Write back to me too! And also to say that…

To my best friend: Dearest, I fear I should keep your name out of this else you might identify yourself. I know that’s kind of the point of letters but as long as I don’t name you it could be anyone. I miss you every…

Dear Thomas, Your sage advice, your guidance and observations Have been turned to memes by the likes of those you surely rallied against posted often and loudly proclaimed as beliefs of their own but never really understood No use to address them akin to administering…

Dear Daddy, You still visit in my dreams. I miss you being here, of course. You’d be really old, too. Still, there’s so much I’d like to know. You left so long ago, and I thought I’d remember it all. I do and I don’t….

Melodies of midnight! It may kill you inside But will always heal you back It will embarrass you horribly But someday will be your pride It may be way too sweet But sometimes, also, the spice of life Black. Sometimes too white. The grey melodies…