I’ve never been all that big on writing poetry—until five months ago, that is, when a catalyst jolted my life.
Other than being a fan of Shakespeare, I can’t say I “got” poetry. Rather, I didn’t appreciate its value in the art of writing and expression. Regardless, since my dad died last August, poems have been flowing forth from my unsettled mind and heart; routinely, after my family has turned in for the night.
In the spirit of my dad and what he and my mom taught me about the importance of speaking up for change in society, currently, everyone has an opportunity to express their thoughts about our nation. Continue reading