[tabby title="Poem"] My grandmother did not lie. “Everything has a beginning, everything has an end.” Everything has a goodbye, goodnight. And in the morning there will be a little rising of a sun that we would pretend brings light to...

[tabby title="Poem"] Her words are red They spit fire and blood. They are relentless, contentious and stupendous. She and her words. They will leave you. Breathless. Breathe less. Her words are your truth, our truth and all we have been...

[tabby title="Poem"] To the still born What a beautiful flower you are Your petals big and bold Proudly pastel and pink And even though we never saw you blossom and unfold Oh what a beautiful flower you are! Ribbons and...