Poetry is for the moments when our hearts are too full for prose. Triond friends, family, world…after seven and a half long months, I get to go home!

It is about a woman who gets off her bus and was almost mugged crossing the street.

My cup runneth over! The insurance company and the construction company have reached an agreement.

Ever since leaving Arizona two years ago, our lives have been a series of adventures — some good, some terrible, some stressful. During the past two years, one song that was alternately a comfort and a reproach was Jamie O’ Neal’s ballad, "There Is No Arizona." The classic "lover left behind" lament tells of the moment when the girl comes to a realization that the promise to bring her to "a new and better life" were never going to happen.

A poem that describes the events that happened while I was on the way home on a rainy day. Sounds like children rhymes.

In the midst of depression, we search for home. But what if going home hurts?

Going home is a tradition…is it funny?
Every year there’s going home tradition.
Where we live or where we stay
We have to return to the place of birth parents.

A poem about family.

A poem on Going Home Time.

Wrapping up, moving out, going home.