Back against the wall.Between a rock and a hard placebut I won’t bend,too busyto be scaredlike my Bigmama said,I scoff at dangerand convert itinto words to live forever sequenced in the poetic as my Grandmadeclared on a summer day,no desertswill colludefor my demisethat I can surmise,I shrug it offand imbibe baptismal waters from the edgeinContinue reading “Wall, rock, place and grace”
Category Archives: writing
Pennies in the plenty
“… moonwalk prose from the ether …”
The unworthy
“… no honor in them …”
The Noble Ones
“… this ain’t Texas, this is Chicago… “
Without melodies
“… to break shackles …”
Growing up… is hard to do.
“… a critical tool …”
No divorce
“… from growth …”
