Category: poems

Fail Safe

As Robert Frost wrote, a poem “begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a

Where the house is cold and empty and the garden’s overgrown, They are there. Where the letters lie unopened by

Why did you leave me? We had grown tired together. Don’t you remember? We’d grown tired together, were going through

The odds of existence of being precisely who you are are slim In fact, the odds are almost zero but

One day you finally knew what you had to do, and began, though the voices around you kept shouting their

Dear T., 1. Dear self: today you turn thirty-one. Do you feel that? Do you feel your bones adjusting to