Gary Home companion: May 8th, 2017

I wrote this poem in 2017 before I moved out of Puerto Rico. It was one of my favorites. From a far, what do I see? A little boy crying next to a tree. As I keep getting closer, my tie keeps getting t

There was a lot of snow falling on my way home from work. The shine from the bright white snow made it almost impossible to see the road. I couldn't find parking near my apartment building, So I had t

This is a weird time in my life where I thought that friends that would have my back, never checked up on me. Then there were friends who, I never thought would reach out, did. Only to seek a brotherh