It’s not the kind you’re thinking ofthe one where someone is sprawledin temporary catatonic splendor…
I don’t need a weatherperson to tell methat the sky is falling and that the rainis really the wrung eye…
It’s weird to wish that the world was morewell, boring, right nowSo lacking in originality as to be obvious…
Face its story, not its visage,color; a powerful force in history, never to be…
I know who I am.My DNA told me — showed me the trekof my ancestors acrossnarrow bridges of land out ofAfrica to march with…
My neighbor Row has had a rough week. I spot her on my way to my car and I say, "Hey there, Row."