Poem: Favorite Person

Favorite Person The excitement of hello vibrates and shines not with the promise of what’s to come but just for itself the best moment possible every morning, every day. How lucky that I get to see my favorite person every day that I have a favorite person to love. I remember when a moment a…

Leathe Hemachandra: Poems from My Grandmother

Here’s what I think I know: My grandmother Leathe Hemachandra was born Leathe Wade Colvert in New York City on January 19, 1900. She was an English teacher. Her father, William Colvert, I’ve only seen in a photograph — I know nothing about him beyond that he lived. Her mother, Martha Pleasant, was born on…