Category: Poem
Pick It Up
It fell. The wind kept knocking it down. Each letter seemed so sturdy. Life does that. Joy. Not the kind
The 400 Year Old Knee
Ten million bare indigenous bodies, with straight black hair, that reached the earth’s crust, almond shaped eyes, high cheekbones chiseled
The Earth Speaks
The Earth speaks: a silent partner whose screams are softly heard in the darkness of night, her heartbeat is detected