The eyes unfold and the story aligns-- rain from the sky sounds like punches I learned in my garage and Dad’s body rippled like the windows at night.
Kailan ako makakaalis? Sa makamundo at maruming gawain Ang diyos at sarili'y hindi ko na kilala Kahit ang katinuan ko'y inagaw na nila
I will always remember fondly a folding lawn chair Pulled up to the edge of a blue plastic pool
This year’s race was supposed to be special for me since I am now a personal trainer at Safari Island Community Center in Waconia, and I know a number of the great people who live here.
Are you still watching every breaking of dawn up there? Oh sure, you still. Maybe you're still touching my nose every time I sigh, or laugh or sneeze.
Heart and Soul Won't let go Crippled me When I am alone Inspiration Seems to slow When someone speaks your name...
Feeling lost is often the result of that undeniable resentment to missed shots or failed attempts.
Of all the blooms I see All I can do is dream and write about you in my poetry
Nothing else provides a better example of a missed shot than the story of Adam and Eve from the Book of Genesis
Bakit nga ba dapat kang magpaaalam? O dapat ba kitang pigilan? O dapat bang ako ang magpaalam? Hindi bat masaya ka?
As the first-ever entry for the August theme, nothing gets more depressing than writing a poem about missed shots to the man who can't be named.
This August theme are poems, essays, and stories of missed opportunities, regrets, and thoughts that hinder us from our full potential.