A single word
A single phrase
A single expression
Of some praise…
the american shredder
“Guns don’t kill people”
What do you call the bullets
Shredding through fluid flesh…
Too Many
I open my phone again And it glares back at me
“School Shooting, Six Dead” Three kids
Three teachers…
A Moment Aflutter
One day— one day perhaps,
You will read these thoughts
I’m pouring life into this ink…
The Color of Wine
My walls are stained with the skittish color of burgundy.
A shade that reminds me of my mother…
Perfect
Sometimes life just simply feels perfect. Flawless and divine like fresh fruit or the beating of a bird’s wings…
