Anger. Tears. and a fleeting desire for violence
disrupt a dreamer's dream
of race-less love in world without lynching.
certain moments stoke outrage-fueled flames,
exciting anger - our...
“The stone sinks, slow, unperturbed
To the river bottom
Where the fishes come to knock on it
And listen.”
– Charles Simic
I too
would be a stone
if only I...
But Nothing Is
How does one measureenough-ness? Existingas the sum ofallone would ever need?I can littleascertainfor myself if even Isuffice
It is a feelingintangible as etheronly...
WHERE HAVE ALL THE PEOPLE GONE?
Another December,Another end of the roadAs I look around and wonder,Where have all the people gone?
Tucked in tighter to...
