What uninvited floodlapped against scrubbed walls and washedrooms and hallsa…
A singular howl startles me before fracturing into titters beneath the fluorescent…
My mother died Sunday. She was in the ground by Tuesday. May God unbless her soul.
Complacency is universal; it's well-versed in every spitting tongue.
Love lives in the light,but also on the shadowed pathwhere solitary footprints fade