Chase the Squirrel, the Acorn The last time I held my father's hand,I was seven years old. Standing over the grave of a grandfatherwho was now...

Closer to the Sky Now I can see my life with new eyes,leaving the east for the west,bringing me closer to the sky,close enough to...

Tomatoes Tell The Truth No smell matches Just after a spray The water taken quickly The thanks immediate They tell the...

Editor's note: This poem was a finalist in the the 2021 Gaithersburg Festival Youth Poetry Contest. The Rain of Today The sputter of raindropson the steel...