In your 36th year you will learn what its like to die and watch all that you built and your father built be dismantled. Continue reading Synopsis of a story
I sit alone by the window in silence … Continue reading A Yearning.
Should I have rather less randomly
yanked you by your thorny stem
and left you in the garden
among the Jaqards, Buttercups, and Peone?
She was standing by the road when I saw her last Clutching one hand against her downy breast And waving … Continue reading Metaphorical Rose
And she stood above them on the ledge looking down Dropping petals from marigolds and Pansies and a rose … Continue reading Destiny’s Child
Green eyes that once were blue, afraid to look at my face in a mirror when I was a teen. Continue reading Memoir.
You become numb, detached, and distant. You don’t shiver. You ache. Continue reading Discrimination.