A poem about my life and how I have changed dramatically in the past few months.

You should give yourself a lot more credit.

Potentially a Sleepwalker.

You wanted my potential to be revealed.

Bad poetry.

A narrative poem about the human heart, its potential and expression.

My biological father sent me a letter describing how I was born and why I was given away for adoption. I was born in Louisiana, and he’s currently living in Mount Vernon. He said that I was his "flesh and blood," and these lines brought tears to my eyes because I had been waiting to hear the truth about where my family was for years.

I wrote this March 28, 2011.

An essay on the poetry form-the Limerick and its untapped potential in two parts.

Beautiful words showcasing the hidden glory of an uncommon event in the near future.