Writing
ARTS & LETTERS
My writing often spills out during times of change—joyous, sad, ambivalent. Sometimes it's an essay, other times a poem. If something resonates with you, good or bad, I hope you'll let me know.
Your Birthday
Yesterday was your birthday.
I saw the calendar and reflexively panicked.
Forced to honor you for so many years
While that date meant nothing but grief.
On Father’s Day
I lost my father when I was five.
He died last Friday.
He gave to many, withheld from some.
His musical talent flows through me.
But so does a melancholy born of a tender age.
I grieve—not for what was
But for what could never be.