3 Days of Loss

Day 1

5 hours. 4 hours. 20 minutes. 5 minutes. Car parked. 20 steps. 10 steps. He stops at the door. 3 breaths. Hand to door handle, click and push. He opened the door to his parents’ house and entered. His body upright and strong. His soul tired and crippled. Immediately…

White and Woke: Black Lives Don’t Matter Until a Black Life Matters

There it is!

Head Full of Doubt / Road Full of Promise

“There's no fresh start in today's world. Any twelve-year-old with a cell phone could find out what you did. Everything we do is collated and quantified. Everything sticks.”