She was my first writing teacher.
She taught me to start early and stay later.
She taught me to master basics, then get creative.
She taught me to respect intuition...
i'm writing a poem to get you out of my head,
to trap feelings among words,
to squish secrets between sentences
that way, i can forget every conversation we had...
Outside your room with the glass block window
the sun is waiting, waiting for centuries
since the beginning of time
needs only a minute to introduce himself...
Hope started small.
No, smaller than small.
More like a morsel of wonder,
who quickly made me curious...