Mancala stones Shining and pretty Lovely little bits n bobs Jade in color I want to put them in my mouth Swirl the rocks around my teeth Like candy, though they could Actually break my jaw with ease Each little rock a seed A row…

To tear down progress of a people oppressed is a cruelty that takes a toll. The harms cannot be measured once; it’s the kind of hurt that grows. It’s a poison that erodes hope and trust for generations. We are left wondering what we know….

I have raised far more than razed, the dead At night they call and I must heed, the deep Necromantic dread. For none who lived and Recall the life which brought them sorrow Are content with ash and soil, threatened By the afterlife’s turmoil. And…