Impossible to find a loving estate, From someone who only knows rage She still lives within her trauma The child, the teen, the adult, only knows drama With enough time the scars mend Another failed bond, a memory to tend In the museum of shattered dreams I call my head, […]
Last Summer, my dear friend, author Vanesa Pizzuto, recommended me to an editor in Europe who was working on an anthology. She probably oversold my talent, but I never say no to an opportunity to develop and share my love of writing. But this project felt heavy, as though there […]
Art © Johnathan Mc Daniels, used with permission. When the world goes crazy, and attacks everything that is sacred to me Like cracks on the wall that threaten our structural integrity Here, no matter the where or the when, we can suspend and defy, for this is our singularity For […]
The earth rumbled and cracked, so many lives taken They claim it’s an act of God but why are they his forsaken Speaking solace is a conundrum When the death toll is in the tens of thousands What lies of comfort do we tell the grieving widows and orphans The […]
I’ve given up on life so many times that my dreams have become my safe haven. Darkness in my eyes and my soul, inside I’m the color of the ravens I put the pen to these lines and they’re always apocalyptic If life was measured in rhymes, not pennies and […]
They say that real love is blind But it don’t make sense to me. Everyday when I unwind, I replay all these vivid memories They’ve fermented with time In this mental distillery. I heard letting go is sublime But it feels a lot like a lobotomy You say that I […]
With labored breaths she welcomes moreThe tired, the poor, the wretched to our shoresBut rusted chains now dangle from her torchThe masses on the border won’t be allowed to cross Gun powder greetings, It’s ours not yours, the illusion is fleeting. Armed men on horseback deliver a chastening The people […]
It is so disingenuous it’s strenuous, the Animus that comes at us The history of lies that fly, from the lips of these animals. Propaganda of the antebellum, an act of benevolence, and good for them Pure evil in its conception they weaponized our complexion. Art by Darryan Cornwall I […]
Sunday morning runs set the tone for the week. I went to bed last night all stressed out and woke up brimming with anxieties. I spend a lot of time talking to myself when running, especially on distance runs. I don’t have many friends willing to wake up at 3:30 […]
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