In the throes of my childhood’s echoing hall “Good grief,” she’d exclaim, - the refrain of my fall A term tossed so lightly steeped deep...

In these envelopes, I find release A way to heal and find some peace Each one holds a different part Of my trauma, my broken heart The...

Two decades passed in a fleeting wisp Reuniting now, an unexpected twist A cup of coffee, a chance to reminisce With my ex, a chapter I...