Book of Poems, Poetry


Homesick Every now and then that faint background hum unexpectedly surfaces needing little provocation it sharpens to a wrenching throb becomes caught  in the heart a heavy tangle of  intangible longing Usually it is a moment  of unwarranted kindness an intrusive softness that causes me to crumble inward upon myself, this ocean to well up in my throat only getting bigger with each realization that it cannot  sprout wings and fly me home cannot pick up the oars  and paddle...