I’m interested in people and how they exist in the world. That means I like hearing about how someone’s day went. Little details especially. The feelings that can’t quite translate to words. The way they try to translate them by moving their hands as they talk. What they might be distracted by during conversation. What their reactions are to my interaction. It’s important to me that everyone be as human as possible in spite of what we so often grow up believing. Let yourself be.
So this isn’t so much of a poem as it is a request. Please tell me about a time you were kind.



Terry Abrahams lives and writes quietly in Toronto. His work has been a part of BALDHIP, (parenthetical), the Puritan, and Peach Mag (among others), & is forthcoming in tenderness, yea and ÖMËGÄ (among others).