Daddy’s Girl
Dec 20
Over the Thanksgiving holiday I went “home”. I put this in quotations, since like many of you out there, my parents are divorced and this sense of “home” has never been exactly the same. You see, I grew up in Florida and my family lives in Kentucky, which for those of you who haven’t been there is effectively another planet. It’s beautiful but definitely...
Don’t Judge Me
Dec 11
Poetry is cathartic. As such, much of the poetry I’ve written over the years relates to specific times and incidents that either made me happy, hurt my feelings, or generally sparked my interest in some way. I wrote the following poem back in the ’90′s when a friend of mine had hurt me terribly by judging a personal family issue I was having without knowing all of the facts....
Shattered
Jul 21by Angela Fardo I see a light before me A glimmer in my eye Reflections from a street lamp And then I start to cry The pavement’s cold and lonely And wet against my cheek My friend she lay beside me but she no longer speaks I gaze upon her pallid face She rests in a bed of glass The crimson droplets frighten me How much more time will pass? The sirens peal into my ears My chest heaves out a...
