Sunday
poetry
Providence
On January 10th I delivered my grandmother’s eulogy. Six days later my godfather passed away. And hours after battling some nightmare combination of food poisoning, exhaustion and flu, I lost my voice. What did I say? What did I leave out? She reminded me…when you moved away it got hard to hear you. But then…Read more Providence
Break Threw
Belle and Arrow A good summer will do that Break her Break through Knock you for a loop We never see tower moments coming Come over Rise up Fall down Cut Threw all the bullshit Across the room Against the wall Under the armor Wild animals Clawing In the entryway hall Howl Scream Bleed Rinse…Read more Break Threw
Born in Providence 