What if you were lying on a beach, lost thoughts, listening to the whooshing surf, grains of sand drifting in and out. A cool breeze…
You made me a slave so I could be saved.Your sins I forgave.But, I ask where was your Lord when I was being lynched and tied to…
To encourage reading, I wrote this poem using thebook titles found recently in this Little Free Librarylocated in…
I was looking carefullyFinding it comes at a priceYour soul needs to wanderThrough the hardest and the darkestAnd while I was…
Birds live and birds dieand I don’t know the differenceCall me, or hang upboth speak volumesI’m good…
Heavy days in July
an infinite caching of possessionsan ephemeral span of sentienceyet there persists our stubborn obsession…