Written in response to Robert Hayden’s: Those Winter Sundays.

The honest truth is not always the one you want to hear.

The trials and tribulations of a father during the teenage years of his son.

March 9, 2009.

Again, abstract, kinda random. I like to play around with words, thoughts, format.

The things we did in out youth, seemed so very easy but when we have to approach it as an adult who is forty-plus it can be very scary, making me very nervous.

Economy… three letters… wtf.

I was diagnosed with Depression when I was in Grade 8, this is a memory of how it felt, over 30 years ago. Of course now I have learned to live with it, and obviously didn’t kill myself.

A deeply moving poem and commentary on the challenges and benefits of interacting with family.

This is a poem that gives an account of a young teenage mother’s decision to give her newborn baby the best life possible.