Chasing fireflies through the summer night Listening to the crickets lullaby Laying on the roof of mommas car Searching for one more shooting star Running through the rain of a thunderstorm Hiding from girls in our pillow fort Shooting potato guns into the trees Swimming in a flooded Creek Sliding in the mud with... Continue Reading →
Today is my grandmother's birthday. A great woman you've never heard of who made a huge impact on my life. This is a little poem I wrote for her. Dedicated to Winnie Irene Woods, my grandma (1924 - 2012): You were the first person i saw You said my eyes were open wide You... Continue Reading →
Every breath like rumbling rivers Repel from conversation. Its public solitude.