Beautiful and Broken
by J. A. Anderson
The most
Beautiful art
Comes from the
Most broken
Minds
Stories Never Die
by J. A. Anderson
The smell of
Pages aged by
Time
The binding
Broken by
A hundred hands
The title
Almost unreadable now
So faded,
But not gone
And yet the
Stories never
Die
Dad’s Shoes
by J. A. Anderson
when i was little
i used to wear
dad’s shoes
and stomp around all day
but Now
I only stare at his
Military boots
And cry over the
Only thing
Left of him
More Poetry at “always anxious, sometimes brave.” and “A Handful of Roses.”