Hard Time
Uncle Billy, the father figure in my life, came back from prison broken and distant. And before long, he was dead.
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.