A poem about the imagination of children.
A poem about dealing with a work friend who has a schizophrenic episode. I learned so much about the disease from him. Ultimately it ended in a paranoia fixation, just as he warned me it would.
A poem about the dangers of "white knighting" or becoming a hero, as it risks you falling in to their pit and disappointing their expectations.
A poem written about the fun and peril of mentoring younger generations, and how we often pass down wisdom that is not our own.
It’s a strange thing to know someone for the entirety of their life. Our books usually lay over others so that we are either there at the beginning, the long middle, or at the end – but never cover to cover. To be able to remember the moment your Mother brought him home to the moment you got the phone call an hour after work — from your Father — standing over his dead body. Gun shots are the same.