My Father’s Voice A poem by Johnny Kovatch My Father’s Voice I forget how our conversation starts, but when he ends a thought with When I cross over the river, I know my father is referencing when he’s no longer... Continue Reading →
From Hurting to Healing A poem by Johnny Kovatch From Hurting to Healing You might not remember, too young to recall, but the body does, always did— learned on your behalf to show you how to adapt before you came... Continue Reading →
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