Poetry
Poets In Love: An Old Poem To Break the Silence
After sleeping for what seemed like 12 hours, after what seemed like a week from hell, I opened my blog to see that the...
Survival: A Poem
In the dark of night and despair
Our souls were torches, burning.
In sunken chalets of mud and filth
We found home in laughter.
In droughts that came...
This Fine Girl
This fine girl doesn’t speak her language
She doesn’t roll colored words over her tongue
The way her people do
This fine girl drinks
Every now and then,...