Poem

Poem —

Poem I dreamt of stems, anchors, and roots, abiding in places of solitude. My daughter’s woes excavated to a heart’s depth where roots sought comfort to sleep and dream. I can see why dad married you? Not a compliment. A recognition of faults. An unsettling misnomer. Why are daughters, our ghostly mirror selves. A weakening, dilution…

A poem —

A poem — This diet of normalcy succor's anxieties, pulling threads I feel anxious on those normal days when the blinds are open and sunlight throws darts across the walls and furniture What a glorious day, most would say I would watch the yellow-lit glow and grab my stomach as pangs of anxiety growl in hunger…

A poem —

A poem —

Haiku —

A 911 Tribute Poem Some of our children Born 2001, Are now old enough to drink, Driving more than four years ago, Enjoying some years of college. They are kicking down doors Of opportunity, and, hopefully, With walking every 110th stair, They are thinking of those Who give the ultimate…