Regretting Daylight Tornadoes are worse at night, when no one gives them credit — this one a thief inscribing his name on the ground. We know that dawn will be honest with us, revealing judgments that heaven had planned, but until then, the radio speculates into darkness with words that shake against my ribcage. For now, no one knows for … Read More
Poem: Belated Eulogy
Nearly two years later, it is still difficult to write about our son, Jeremiah. For months, I could not write about his death. Then, after it became possible for me to write, I felt like anything that I wrote was far too trivial. About a year ago, I wrote my first song about our experience and memories. Now, about two … Read More