I often sit. I often wonder. I think about people who have died. Those I will never meet: Jimmy Hendrix, Frank Capra, Aristotle, Genghis Khan, and Spartacus. The list goes on: Queen Elizabeth I, Claude Monet, Edgar Allan Poe, Shakespeare, and Sylvia Plath. The… Continue Reading “Poem: A Little Hazy”
I will not be remembered by many, but Americans will remember that day. The day we came to that place we are now. In a hundred more years, adults will read about the missteps. How we became a nation of overeaters. How grilled cheese… Continue Reading “Poem: America”