Gira MinMy PoetryCrumpled PeonyThat wistful moment when you wish they’d stay but they turn to go and your heart lies there beating on the dirty floor, at your feet - as…Nov 24, 2014Nov 24, 2014
Gira MA Mother’s SonTonight on my way home from therapy, I was a block away from my house when I saw a woman cowering beside a trash can next to a fence.Nov 6, 2014Nov 6, 2014