I just can’t sleep anymore. So I put my hands deep in craft hoping my brain will follow suit. That’s when the atmosphere shifts. Cools. And you sneak in to ruin my poem, cup your hands around it. Add a touch, unnecessary. I watch my work topple. Hope it wasn’t a masterpiece I hear you whisper somewhere. In my head, it’s easy to picture you throwing things across my bedroom: […]
“Give me your hand. Take my hand. Don’t you let go. Don’t let go….” –Samwise Gamgee to Mr. Frodo The Lord of the Rings: The Return of the King by J.R.R. Tolkien When Sam cradled Frodo and asked if he could recall any orchards in blossom, any birds nesting in hazel thickets, I never understood why Frodo had to give in to being naked in the dark, with […]
On the day Whitney Houston died, you texted with teary-eyed poor grammar, the first thing you did when you found out was to go to bought her greatest hits. Ears deaf to most sounds: the vibrations and pitches she could hit, belt— you could hear. And I think that’s why I can remember you naming The Bodyguard your favorite movie. When you were laid up in your final days, dad […]
Melancholy Hyperbole 