by Grant McLaughlin I still remember the day I got the email I wasn’t going home after spring break. My home wasn’t my parents house and all my stuff wasn’t in boxes or packed into anything. I was 556 miles from the family I hand picked from classes and parties, I got tooContinue reading “Eviction”
When I go back to Dallas
I’ll hug my brother like
I’m coming home from far away places.
The sun sets over the plains,
splashing colors like a painter on the
blue sky canvas.
Women break hearts they say,
but my heart feels like lemonade.
At first it was sweet,
and then it turned sour.
Kiss me one more time
before You go.
by Grant McLaughlin Little man, don’t go work in towers. Don’t forget the sunshine on your face, don’t make too much money, and don’t forget to take care of your family. Little man don’t wear shoes in the backyard. Don’t drive places you can walk to, don’t forget to get your Mama flowers and takeContinue reading “Little Man”