I Talk to Grandpa

Friday, July 27th, 2012

I talk to Grandpa, but he never answers back. Mommy says he can hear me even though he’s not here anymore, but I don’t know what that means. Sometimes I talk really loud, You know, just in case. Every night Grandma still makes him dinner, but I don’t know how he eats it. She always […]

I Dreamed You Were a Poem…

Sunday, April 8th, 2012

  I wake up in your bed. I know I have been dreaming. Much earlier, the alarm broke us from each other, you’ve been at your desk for hours. I know what I dreamed: our friend the poet comes into my room where I’ve been writing for days, drafts, carbons, poems are scattered everywhere, and […]