11.17.21 Remote Controlled (Poetry, 1990)

"Remote Controlled" was one of my very first poems I wrote way back in 1990, when I was 14, over 31 years ago. This one's about my Dad and I... his alcoholism at the time and his verbal and physical abuse I endured. We made up years later, thankfully, and became best friends before he passed in 2019.

8.1.19 Picking Up the Pieces & Trying to Move On… (Journal)

I think about Dad every second of every hour of every day. I think about all the great times, they overshadow the bad or sad ones. The memories come flooding back quickly and unrelentlessly, like a Summer monsoon... Like the time that my Sister Nickie stood at her bedroom window and told me at the... Continue Reading →

7.30.19 Resonating Still (Poem)

There's an odd aura around him And his eyes are open but he can't see My Dad's not in there, I can't stop crying I feel his spirit wanting to be free   Resonating, shining through He misses us already and he's preparing to leave, too.   He's resonating still, here or there if you... Continue Reading →

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