Remains of the Day
when you look back at a dark hour and ask yourself what have you accomplished today what do you say? rivers, mountains, suns reflections in the water sea of echoes… is that it? no,...
Image Curve Blog
The Hope Collector
I am the collector of thrown away hopes. Lost and forgotten, blown in the wind, strewn in the street. I pick them up, brush them off and give them someone, someone who believes in...
Clickity-Clack
Women want to be kissed. They want romance. At least they think they do until you give it to them and then they stop wanting it, wanting you. It’s about the hunt. Always has...
Talk 18 – Peace, No
Serial Fiction So how is he? Why don’t you white folks enjoy the ride for once and let the news show itself when its needed? Why do you always want to know the future?...
Origin of a Silenced Voice
I make a sound and point. “Oh, you want this?” Mom asks, then takes whatever I point to down. Be it a can of corn, string beans, a favorite toy. I don’t speak until...
The Sojourner
Life Poetry Walking down this dusty road Shaped by those before me It crumbles behind face As I sojourn in this place Grassy lands begin to brown From under my bare feet Egressing...
