I don’t have roots

They were cut down by those who cared nothing for the trees that belonged to me

Those who never pruned the branches of the ancestral tales that were mine to spin

I can’t find my grove

May 18, 2017

Putin: Hello?

Trump: Hey, Vlad, it’s me, Donnie. I have news.

Putin: Oh? Is it done already? Good, good..

US President Donald J. Trump will be visiting your beautiful nation shortly. Before his arrival, we Americans would like to offer you some assistance in making this…

City noise. Crying baby. Barking dog. View of skyline, pan down through smog to street view.

A hot, sweltering summer day. A city bus is stopped at a street corner to pick up passengers. We see the back of a small child’s head standing In front of…