Poetry Favorite Time of Day Sunset on the hill. Favorite time of day. Bats, bugs, birds. Flit, flap, buzz. All the searching. Seeking. Surrender ledto the top of a hill. Read More » 14/06/2020 No Comments
Poetry The Color of My Skin You murdered me because of the color of my skin. Not because of my culture. Not because of my religion. Not over territory rights or Read More » 14/06/2020 No Comments