Normally a palm branchstays pretty greentacked to the wallof my peace room.
A political haiku
Monsters trampled the mountain’s path,steel-toed bootslanding heavy in the dirt,smudging the familiar shadowof the trace.
What the president said
‘If illegal immigrants are unhappy with the conditions in the quickly built or refitted…
Harkening back to memoryflying on an iron busTongues pressed up against the waterher nose against…
If I don’t reach youon my last daybefore the grave,you can protest here.
WARNING: The following post contains images that may be disturbing to some readers.