Writings. Often within the intersection between fiction and non-fiction.
He struck Like a machine gun Splattering the plates Across the floor. She sits wounded At the table Of a bloody Battlefield.
I wish I knew why I think you are so beau- tiful? I do. When I’m with you that pow- er you attract me to in you, into me it flows, soo- thing, yet confu- sing me all through. As… Read More ›
There was a moment When I was three feet away When a buddy-check Would have saved the day
In the Spring
I thought we were two through summer, though fall I felt your sting. I tried revival all winter, but I couldn’t survive a thing, and just when I thought blossoms arrived, the skies cried this spring.
I don’t live in the East I don’t live in the West I live in my head And it suits me best
Tired Old Black Lady
Tired old black lady Walking down the street Moving kind of slow On her tired old, long- Suffering black feet. Tired old black lady Five children mother Black purse in one hand Tiny wife handkerchief In her other. … Read More ›