• It’s not what happens when a baby’s born,
    It’s not what happens when someone recovers from illnesses.
    It’s not what happens when my little brother makes the final shot that wins the last game, no, that’s no […]

  • Fires. Fires in the sky,
    kind of like clouds.
    But instead the color of my brother’s hair.
    Flaming red, on the tips turning light orange from the sun.
    The Fires. What are they from?
    From the mills,
    from the […]