“Tell me about your first breath of foreign air, about the history that filled your lungs. Tell me about the memories you made in languages you can't even begin to understand.” — Tyler Kent White Copy Share Image
“You are all the poetry I have written all the words I know I've heard” — Tyler Kent White Copy Share Image
“When the lights turn low I just want to know that the glow you possess will be enough to guide me home.” — Tyler Kent White Copy Share Image
“My orphan bones are stretched thin through wasp limbs that now seem woefully inadequate to support all the pressures I have placed upon them.… — Tyler Kent White Copy Share Image
“Tell me about your first breath of foreign air, about the history that filled your lungs. Tell me about the memories you made in… — Tyler Kent White Copy Share Image
“Tell me about the oceans and how they've changed in you. About lemongrass and the summer storms coming in off your shoreline. About the… — Tyler Kent White Copy Share Image
“Please understand, I am aware that I am calloused, worn, and rusted in all the parts of me that used to shine, but I… — Tyler Kent White Copy Share Image
“You are all the poetry I have written all the words I know I've heard” — Tyler Kent White Copy Share Image
“I opened a wound in the earth to tuck you away and as the soil filled around you covering the last of my dreams… — Tyler Kent White Copy Share Image
“I am thankful for the sunrise and every sunset for the safety nets that catch my falls from grace for the family friends and… — Tyler Kent White Copy Share Image
“This is not a poem - this is an apology for all the times I lobbed left hooks into your skin in hopes I… — Tyler Kent White Copy Share Image
“I often wonder what type of evolution has occurred inside the minds of those our society has cast aside because they couldn't afford a… — Tyler Kent White Copy Share Image
“I can't say I know the burdens you bear the struggles you face or the fights you have fought in learning to love yourself… — Tyler Kent White Copy Share Image
“I hope you still taste like my name when the next man kisses you that he hears it echo down his throat and crawl… — Tyler Kent White Copy Share Image
