in the blink of an eye

speed poetry

on Mr. Hughes' death

Speed poem. Inspiration point: catapult. (Courtesy of FuseLit even though I never actually got round to writing it when I should have)

He looked just like my mother's baby brother

He deteriorated fast. The last time I saw him before we went to the hospital, he was crossing the street. It was winter, I remember because he was...

There are no new words but everything is a poem

There are no new words for death in Syria, where children are dying of bombs and bullets and polio, because disease is DNA and a human being with his...
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Cherry

Your mother wrote me a thank you note

...about Christmas eve and the first night that it felt like I was becoming a part of your family when we sat in the back of your parents SUV and...