My words.
Life is happening. Life is always happening|It doesn’t accommodate our schedule |or ask for an appointment| It isn’t scouting for the perfect environment| or adjusting for the most flattering angle
I could see
you so clearly, feel you, even, and smell
all your scents – you know, the natural ones;
the perfumed ones; your hands – so warm, so strong
and comforting (all, your essence) – so missed.
“He had 99 problems, but death wasn’t one. And it wasn’t any strangers, He sent His only Son.”
My winter cleaning unearthed an old notebook. I opened it to this poem from over a decade ago. I don’t think I’ve ever shared it and I certainly understand it better today […]
Terry Ann: Eulogy As the moon shines, The angels come. On a warm, hazy night With stars twinkling bright; The waves crashed against shore With their ever beckoning lure. Terry Ann, my […]
Miles Morales: When will I know I’m ready? Peter B. Parker: You won’t. It’s a leap of faith. Thats all it is, Miles. It’s a leap of faith. Later…. Peter B. Parker: How do I know I won’t screw up again? Myles Morales: You don’t. It’s… Peter B. Parker: I know… a leap of faith. […]
Do this in remembrance of me. It’s psychological warfare physical murder spiritual bondage. Our sanity means nothing to the intentionally persistent assassins of our humanity. Our humanness has no value in the confrontation of violent entitlement& and moral disregard that assumes murder of “others” is the white person’s right – a privilege awarded to […]
