Conversation in a Park
Perhaps a softer world awaits. There are signs for it. Like the sunset last evening, quite ripe and full of magenta. Like peaceful protests in incendiary tinder...
Perhaps a softer world awaits. There are signs for it. Like the sunset last evening, quite ripe and full of magenta. Like peaceful protests in incendiary tinder...
There’s a big difference between life and lifespan. That’s your dad. Hell-bent for success, is to fail. That’s your mom. Except she wouldn’t have said “hell-ben...
I wrote this poem last September. A week ago, when George Floyd was murdered, I recalled the poem and the documentary. The Day After Watching James Baldwin’s ...
We have it on forensic authority that the ache in your heartcan be filled with sunlight; the gnawing doubt about acceptance can be traced to the doorstep of you...