An old poem

On life Clothes, lie scattered on the floor, in a chair. Dishes, clang together in a sink, running water. Radio, playing softly a baby, softly snoring. Mother, rocking slowly with…

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Brooding

Overcast sky, storms on the horizon, Babylon rising higher. Politricks heavy on I and I, watching the downpressor man rise. I bang my head against the wall in trying to…

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SmolderingĀ 

Smoldering embers buried deep within, heating up under the mounting pressure. Tremors like earthquakes through my body, disrupt my calm exterior. Muscles tightening more and more. My jaw clenched tightly,…

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As a nation

We have such potential, but we keep falling short. We have a Declaration of Independence and Constitution that talk of unalienable Rights among which are "Life, Liberty and the pursuit…

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