Category: Poetry

To My Wife, On the Second Anniversary of Her Death

This day has arrived, though it doesn’t seem true. How’d I make it through one year, let alone two, Living a life that doesn’t have you?

Comfort in Failure

New soap in the bathroom smells nothing like you. But the old pump was stuck. What else could I do? I ordered a bookshelf you wouldn’t have bought. It seemed a betrayal, essential or not.