Dec 6, 2017crossing linesHe sits across from me today, I saw his story last week as well, only from a safer distance. There is sadness in his eyes, an emptiness...
Oct 2, 2017immunity to lifeDid you hear the bullets cry a hatred heart 50 lives destroyed Did you hear the the nation roar senseless acts embed our core Did you...
May 15, 2016whispering dustI visit her often my mother of nearly 100 years who sits in timeless pause, absent of her surroundings. Dust accumulated furniture with...
Apr 30, 2016look awayThe rain falls gently as night’s dampness gives birth to thirsty flowers in the park. Sleeping bodies lie upon dampened cardboard bed ...