Letters to my Niece

Last night I was in a writing mood, but wasn’t really in the mood for storytelling. Poetry seemed… trite. Flash fiction? Just wasn’t feeling the inspiration. As I sat with my laptop scalding my lap [man, those Macbook Pros get hot!], I let my eyes wander the room. Pictures on the coffee table of my…

A Poem for Liliana

With your first breath, you stole our hearts. Perfection in its tiniest form, you hold us in your little hands. The love we feel for you is indefinable, permanent, and preponderant. Your eyes, gateways to a soul in its most innocent and purist form, I could look at you for hours. Your little toes, individually…