25/ 2017: Missing Pieces

It is in my greatest joys, that I miss your presence Those moments of chaotic noise When I can sense … More

Day 320: Hey, White Person

I refuse to let the politics of fear, begin to divide the love between us. So much has happened this … More

You would have been fifty this year, Blowing out candles on a giant cake, Surrounded by all near and dear … More

Writing isn’t my passion, it is the food that nurtures me. So many different options, each stanza provides a key. … More

I think I understand how King Sisyphus felt, every time he almost conquered that damn rock. It just rolled back … More