We learn that things pass. Feelings pass. People pass.
Poetry is not paper and ink to a poet, it is a part of the poet’s being.
I’m okay with a short life but only if it’s been lived.
Reading Brynn’s poetry is like reading the diary you never took the time to write.
This is a poem for the duck in the water who thought I might have some bread.
I don’t know
what it is about you
that makes me
feel so insane.
April doesn’t have to be the cruelest month!
It’s so astounding how you break my heart without even trying. How you are constantly on my mind, you never even say a word to me.
All the while your daughter grew up, you missed it.
Don’t go out of your way just to see her.