Poem: A Portrait in a Prison

It’s in the time-stands-still moments I know you best. A silken caress, a deep sigh of depression. Mesmerizing eyes, faintly there. A portrait in a prison. It’s in the crush-my-heart moments I know you best. A stinging grasp, a tormented cry of rage. Piercing eyes desperately stare. A dove in a cage. It’s in theContinue reading “Poem: A Portrait in a Prison”

Sweet, sweet brother

Davis: When I go to kindergarten is Reese going to Goddard? Me: Why do you want Reese to go to school? Davis: Because I want her to meet new friends. Can’t make it up… He is always going to be looking out for her. And you can bet my eyes welled up.