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Up the steep stairspainted white by former slaves,you twist the handleas if breaking off grapes.You ask, “What day is it?”but their faces are graves,whiteness a tombstoneamidst forgotten prayers. Because something is buried here,but you don’t know what it is.Do you, Mr. Smith? You look for a chairto rest your wounded knee,the overgrown trailfull of feathers […]
MoreYesterday evening, I reached 50,000 words in my novel, Fascination. It’s a dystopian book about mental illness and how society will handle mental illness in the future. If you’re interested in finding out more about the book, please be sure to read my original post here. “Healing Waters” is a poem that I wrote last […]
MoreBiking to the beauty parlor,early morning dewglossing grassy tips.Dodging dirty masks,McDonald’s foam cups,and crumpled colorless napkinslittered like lesions along the lane. Mankind’s messy roots revealed.
MoreMother Emanuel I am Mother Emanuel.Listen, can you hear my bells ring?Nine times in remembrance of June 17th.I recall Charleston, 1818my members arrestedfor reading,we felt each lash of that beating. I am Mother Emanuel, AME, 1822the trees outside hang heavyfrom tax white lies levy.Prisoners weigh more thanwinter’s ice and snow.Lives as punishment foreach slave revolt. […]
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