Monday, May 25, 2020

A Poem for My Son

mother and son

I used to write short poems when I was in grade school. I got an invitation to join a conference in Washington D.C. from Poetry.com 20 years ago. Since I was a young and competitive student back then and missing school wasn’t a great idea, I couldn’t go since the conference was scheduled for August 2000.

Monday, February 17, 2020

Lost in Pain (from my Father's Death)

casket

One of the worst things that could happen to a daughter occurred to me. And for the first time in my life, I have no idea how to deal with such pain- a pain that’s slowly poisoning the people around me and me.