Poetry

Your race is not my race as my face is more rounded than yours...

Weeds like to sit amongst the bladesOf grass, as it waves with a lifeSo green it’ll leave...

we drive to the placewhere water kisses the landsmelling salty airexcited to let the sunbeamskiss our face This EarthOur...

Pray for the martyrsViola Gregg Liuzzo, Lamar Smith, Louis Allen,Reverend George Lee, Jonathan Myrick Daniels, Jimmy Lee...

A name passed down by my fatheralong with his bipolar disorder and fear of attachment.As a child,I was told stories of Ethridges...

I looked at you from across the tableYou spoke to the roomsomething about what you heard on the newsBut I didn’t hear...