Poetry

The Control We Don’t Have (a poem)
I hear myself say it.“Oh, how I wish he’d let goof the control he doesn’t have.”And my heart is pricked.Because I know,that’s a word for

Heart Weeds (a poem)
The crabgrass creeps in,weeds reach high toward sun rays,across the full length of what’s meant to be a flower bed.They seek to overshadow every bloom

But I’m Okay (a poem)
And ever since that daywhen I sat in your cold office hands on my lap,ears hearing wounding words,heart taking heavy blows, I’m scared to tell someone

Do You Remember? (a poem)
a poem for my sweet husband on our ninth wedding anniversary. Do you rememberhow in the beginningI took offense to your jokethat I should sew?“Not

So Does This (a poem)
A single teardripson the bedas I stare at the white wall we painted when I felt hopeful. Depression is a funny thing;you don’t always see it

Heavy with the Weight of You (a poem)
I’ve always been intimidated by poetry. Reading it sometimes makes me feel dumb and writing it? Goodness, I’m not sure I have any skill to

The Control We Don’t Have (a poem)
I hear myself say it.“Oh, how I wish he’d let goof the control he doesn’t have.”And my heart is pricked.Because I know,that’s a word for

Heart Weeds (a poem)
The crabgrass creeps in,weeds reach high toward sun rays,across the full length of what’s meant to be a flower bed.They seek to overshadow every bloom

But I’m Okay (a poem)
And ever since that daywhen I sat in your cold office hands on my lap,ears hearing wounding words,heart taking heavy blows, I’m scared to tell someone

Do You Remember? (a poem)
a poem for my sweet husband on our ninth wedding anniversary. Do you rememberhow in the beginningI took offense to your jokethat I should sew?“Not

So Does This (a poem)
A single teardripson the bedas I stare at the white wall we painted when I felt hopeful. Depression is a funny thing;you don’t always see it

Heavy with the Weight of You (a poem)
I’ve always been intimidated by poetry. Reading it sometimes makes me feel dumb and writing it? Goodness, I’m not sure I have any skill to