Father-...

Your days weigh more than the family around your neck.  Nine months and nine pounds without your voice or hand,  my mother called, and you said: “Give Him My Name, Noel.”  And she abided, faithfully, by the promises made that warm May night. But...

Knew Him Once, But Not Any More (Part I)

I've always admired the direness of distances. When I was in high school I would spend hours staring out the classroom windows at the long and infinite stretch of city, grass, and highway. The memory always rings with grey and cloudy skies, although...

Untitled Poem By Aileen Edwards

You're up late- drinking and you don't feel tired but you know it's time and you shut the tv off and it's like you're waiting for it to say: hey no... don't leave- stay. Then you realize how sorry you really are.