Just Like Her Mama

You say I’m angry like my mama You say I need to work on that But what you’re really saying is  You don’t see what there is for me To be so mad about You’re confused why I would up and leave You say I’m impossible to appease Like your half-hearted sorries ought to have… Continue reading Just Like Her Mama


Today I noticed our old path Where we used to walk after school In the thin gray light of winter days Grown sparse and strange The branches spindly The grasses threadbare Even the shadows were shadows Of their former selves No longer holding unknown entities Antagonists of our inner narratives But simply places Where light… Continue reading Change