His Name Wasn’t John: A Poem

Content Warning: This poem addresses child trafficking and child laundering. This poem is based on true events. Reader discretion is advised. His Name Wasn’t John We play in his backyardConquer the big rock Footholds covered inLight blue-grey lichenWhile he saysStrange thingsTo a five year old mindHe talks of AfricaHe talks of memories:His parents still alive(NotContinue reading “His Name Wasn’t John: A Poem”

Things That Influence My Writing: Missing And Unidentified

Why Am I Drawn To The Stories Of Missing People? I have a tendency to wander off – in grocery stores, in parking lots, in Costco. I get this trait from my father. At one point this led to an interesting scenario where I was 17 and in the back of a police car, butContinue reading “Things That Influence My Writing: Missing And Unidentified”