I was searching
Your ancestors weepIn unknown placesYour sea full of sorrowsWhile your land…
The black wagon’s waiting, it knows your weight.Its wheels are oiled with thoughts on your fate.You briskly move…
By Lynn Warren
One century and sixty years, two saplings are placed side by side. One of tender bark and one of tender…
This week was drowned with sorrow.
Cathartic lament,tears are drizzle, Kathy’s song.Rest, doubt got diffused.
What wall to choose for your photo I can’t bear.If only you lived.
The hours I lie awake beforethe time of waking and think of you. You,who sat on your torn leather armchair rippingthe meat off a chicken leg…
I wish I could change thingsWish I could make them better for youI would make the pain go awayThe evil people would leave you once and…
