The Family – August 12, 2019

The ancient ivories, Say it’s not so. Make the calls for us all below. Whining and dining, With whom they choose. Ignoring or lifting, And constantly shifting. Follow the lead Of the one chosen seed Inside so much accumulated greed. Can do no wrong But, does that equal right? Who’s hands are we in, anyway, … Continue reading The Family – August 12, 2019

First – August 12, 2019

A pureness Untouched, and bare. My innocence Painted the room Naive. Expectations floating Above my head. Caught and filleted, Rugged, Atop a flat cutting board. That summer night, Staring up at the nighttime sky. I asked, why. With a muddle of thoughts passing me by.