Things Can’t Come Out InThe Wash If We Keep WearingThe Same Dirty Clothes

Things Can’t Come Out InThe Wash If We Keep WearingThe Same Dirty Clothes
Where is the healingWhen we can’t find balance inFacts and emotions?
Distant lover sitsIn wait. Phone screen dimly glows.Crumbs for the starving.
Written Via Prompts from attendees of “The Weary Blues” at Busboys and Poets 14th and V. 2/26/2020 A simple […]
You need to be cleansed. My tongue, Lake Minnetonka Purify yourself.
What can I do for you that the cosmos doesn’t already offer? Just dust made to man next to […]
*Written in response to prompts from the audience of “The Weary Blues” Langston Hughes Suite dedication at Marriott Wardman Park […]
I just cried for my Son, because someday I could Become a hashtag He cried for me when He saw […]
My dear, if you are desert, then Im ostrich, with my head in the sand
how am i wasting time? humanity can’t spill what it can’t posses? _________________________ for time is not some malleable compound; […]