Uncle Billy, the father figure in my life, came back from prison broken and distant. And before long, he was dead.
To be a parentified sibling is to be swallowed up by guilt and grief...
One of the hardest things about being a seven-year-old with a drug-addicted mother was realizing why my....prized possessions slowly went missing.
My poem is featured in the Wilderness House Literary Review.
Read my poem, Hair, in the Fox Chase Review.
A poem featured in the Blue Lake Review.