Remembering Home

In time, home bleeds into all the things and people you love.

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An Airport Kind Of Love

I feel you
in the city lights dancing miles below,
in the way we are connected—
earth and sky.

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I Know If Your Mama Was Still Alive, She Would Be So Proud Of You

I know she is looking down on you, and beaming with pride.

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An Ode To Iowa Soil

I listen to the hum of crickets, watch the hazy flicker of fireflies in a distant cornfield.

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I’m Trying To Figure Out Where ‘Home’ Is

Sometimes I feel like I’m always in motion, spreading myself between people and places I love. Trying, so desperately, to understand the connections I have between each location and my heart, between the person I am in each city, each town, and each relationship I’ve kept and left behind.

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You Cannot Stay

“…you’re afraid
if you stay here they might talk
And these nights
you only want to hear someone say, Yes, I think of these things, too…”

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Dear 646: A Letter To The House Where He Lived

It was you that taught me to love again. You, that gave me comfort within your walls. You that gave me a both a place and a person to call home.

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