This is a poem that I wrote comparing the changing of days in different seasons to elastic.
This is a poem about caving into the continuous dreams of someone who one tried to stop dreaming of long ago, and is therefore a bit of a sequel to my previous poem "The Librarian".
This is a poem about time, using a subtle metaphor to compare time to a bird.
This is a poem that I just wrote about my maternal grandfather, after whom I was named.
A poem that I wrote yesterday that ended up being about the anniversary of a memory.
A poem I wrote moments ago about how much I hate time for bringing about change whom I hate most of all for taking away all the good that should last.