I am walking home. Strange that this place This huge city with its Screaming sirens And constant thrum of activity Has come to be that place called "home." I watch as my feet cover the distance Between here - where I am And there - where I will be, Step by step... Continue Reading →
It would be nice if time was allotted to prepare for the end of a world. If you had time, you'd pack a backpack With your toughness and durability, And an assortment of comforting snacks. You would take time to put on your armor To strap your empathy and also your suspicion to your... Continue Reading →
For Emily, who didn't have coloring books Her mother wouldn’t let her have coloring books for fear that she would learn to color within the lines. Instead, she gave her blank white pieces of paper and charcoal pencils and watercolors. Sometimes, she envied her friends for the ease of their predetermined lines, the... Continue Reading →
Little Bird in the Big City 