We ate pomegranatesover the sink ignoringthe invisible eyeof previous kings.
The stomach of the volcano rumblesFilled with conflicts and emotionsLike emotions…
i always loved you.
i understandand i know i can never reach youno matter how much love i give you…
Mothers should write to shareMemories while life is young
spread backout in the world.tribes and families.one momentone plan not madechanges life,and words of deathalter.
Daddy didn’t know how to love his children. He was Arkansas forged in a racist fireSame as his mama and daddy,wanting things…