Forgiven

I forgave her but she didn’t seem to hear, For all the wrongs, real and imagined, Over all the years we called ourselves married, Through too many spats and… More

Appraisal

On the deserted corner of Condemned and Death there stands a neglected rundown theater, paint peeled and cobwebbed, haunted by ghosts performing dead drama, on a dark   empty stage. … More

Untitled

A voice that’s tinted with the hint of memory. I can hear myself not say the words, I can taste the salt of the tears you would not cry. … More

Black Settlement Photo: Circa 1867

Twelve ancestor souls have been preserved In sepia tones one hundred forty years deep. Still uncomfortable in their two-year-old freedom. It’s a pseudo-freedom, the kind that pinches Expressions tight… More