Poem post by Brooke
As a parent, you always hope your children turn out better than you.
Inhere
Both of my sons have cowlicks on their foreheads
in exactly the same spot as mine.
I could see it on the days they were born.
But there is a compassion I want them to inherit—
and not from me because mine is smaller, mediocre.
There is a [...]
Writing your identity
I have only in recent years thought about writing poetry that identifies me as a Mormon. I always stayed away from writing about anything religious. I don’t really know why, except maybe it was too hard to express without sounding trite, especially with my limited writing experience. Or maybe because I hadn’t come to terms [...]
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