You were so much more than your ending But that was long ago Long before your alcoholic demons took your soul Long before you lost yourself to the bottom of the wells Long before we hit this fucking town that I call Hell You used…

I miss your laughter and the way you sang out loud. I miss the comfort of your wisdom. The way you held your head so proud. I often wish that we could visit like we did back in the day. I have so many things…

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…

Set between the events of Portal and Portal 2. It is a true saying that power tends to corrupt, As evidenced by certain persons (naming no names) When they realise their power is not absolute. For future reference, when faced with the unexpected It is unbecoming…

In this time of COVID, I want to send you thanks. My heart is full of gratitude for your service. Did you know how needed you were? Were you able to to choose? Were you given time to assess your immortality or did you think…

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…

After our first was born we have been dreaming Of little baby girl so dainty yet beaming We often look above and wish upon the stars May God grant us all the desire of our hearts Then finally our dream of baby girl came true…

Molasses eyes, vertiginous depths, tender in gaze, opened to me, abated my fear, born inside. Velvet hands of strength smoothed my tears; you spoke of hope and held me close. Distance called, left me cold, until heaven claimed you, and the earth kept you. Scarring…

With a series of follies She was to agonize But otherwise She was, One amongst the Wise With the sparkle in her eyes Unseen were her tries And a mouth full of lies Unheard were her cries To the broken ties She said goodbyes But…

I scroll through all the pictures, Trying to decipher their messages. Trying to really see them, yet Uncomprehending what they mean. A photo of a boat on the azure water catches my eye. Immediate, visceral outrage Oil spilling on the pristine waters. (Oil spills are…