Father says that like our ancestors who left the homeland to seek out better opportunity, he is leaving the States to a country that's poor, but desperate, for a money-making opportunity. I can only listen as I hold my baby, which he barely sees, and wonder why this land isn't enough for him. Father says … Continue reading What Father Says About Living
Category: Poetry
Hear Me
Hear me. Though all that plays is breeze on leaves, hear me. Hear something about my heart that sets me apart from the rest. But why beg I to God of food and home while children starve and bleed to death in Africa? Or mothers weep for peace from bomb debris in Iran? But hear … Continue reading Hear Me
I’m A Bad Friend
Friend, who told me to close my laptop, because gangsters with yo-yos were making me bust out in German class: I'm sorry. I thought you had forgotten about me. Not entirely, but, in a way. Kind of like a kid freshly moved from home forgets their parents. You made new friends. It's okay, they were there, I … Continue reading I’m A Bad Friend
For Mother’s Day
I don't believe in mama memes. I'm self-sufficient, I'm twenty-three! And have a baby of my own. But Mom still calms my scary nights. Any mountain I can climb. I don't need help! So get away! Because I am strong. But I still need Mom to tell me so. I will not crumble, to anything, … Continue reading For Mother’s Day
One Day
One day I'll make my father proud. Not because I want to make him regret not being a part of my life, or being besides me when I needed a father most. But because I want him to be happy that I'm alive and his, and know that I love him. One day I'll make … Continue reading One Day
On Sidelines to Pornography
How can a picture draw breath from me, and wring out the blood from my heart? I'm going to die, I swear. But she's beautiful, naked, yes, looking out at me-- no, at him. Him who swore to look at only me To be with only me. To make love with only me. It's only … Continue reading On Sidelines to Pornography
Social Anxiety
It's being afraid that everyone is getting ready to tell you you're wrong. Wrong in how you think, wrong in what you do, wrong in how you live, wrong in what you believe, wrong in what you know, wrong for just existing, but most of all, wrong for what you feel-- and having no logical … Continue reading Social Anxiety
Are We Afraid to Say ‘Evil’?
My news dip for today: ISIS still wants to rule the world. Some teenager did something beyond stupid, into cruel. Someone that was suppose to love their victim, killed them instead. A few more children are tossed under the wheels of a bus no one wants to ride. And finally our politics are really screwed … Continue reading Are We Afraid to Say ‘Evil’?
He Doesn’t Like Poetry
He doesn't like poetry, because it's all just white noise, emitted by a human heart that was never accurate in the first place. He moves by code, numbers, graphs, and the clever voices arguing politics over the radio. There's no room for what he calls 'sentimentality.' But I am made of poetry, sometimes buzzing just … Continue reading He Doesn’t Like Poetry
Been a Long Week
It's been a long week. Spouse is working and sleeping, unable to do little else, and talk of the nation failing to upkeep the morals and notions held so foundly in the days of our fathers. Children raised with parents who are still little more than children themselves. A world in choas. Rumors of war. … Continue reading Been a Long Week
Author T.S. Lowe 