White Flag Raised, by Corey D. Cook
Take a dash of married life with young kids, mix in a pinch of childhood memories and teen angst, and season with longing for your real life: Cook’s poems offer a humble and honest banquet of growing up, growing into one’s own skin, coming of age and coming out.
I haven’t seen his face in weeks. It’s always hidden behind some damn book cover. Today’s uplifting title is “Death in Venice”. I’m not sure if he’s still upset about his grandmother or if something else happened at school. Last week a group of boys crowded around him and spit in his face. I told him that he may want to reconsider hanging out with Ty.
– Overheard Mom say as I “read” in my room