A Carving of A Chinese Fisherman

Once upon a time, I smiled so broad, so regularly My eyes big and bright and blue; I was only three A tow-haired child who taught herself to read, Who remembered everything; and now, with eyes of blue-grey-green At forty-five, I’m honey-blonde; I hide and…

Now.

The world, as we know it far too volatile, far too long ignited by guiltless death tragically not uncommon finally not unnoticed my city, my neighborhood over and over again, the worldwide video refrain.. They/we killed him outright representing us as community complicit far too…

Day 790

Tis tragedy they say That begins to lead us astay The need to subdue The unworthyness Exposed at a tender age Sex, drugs and alchohol were ALL the rage. I am me, I am free Monster, after monster Subject of physical abuse And mental torture…

Three Hours In

It is the 3rd Hour The sun is shining And I am already talking to myself about powering through It isn’t that I don’t want to finish this great race But really, I’d rather be out and about having the sun shine and splash all…