today: georgia – cold

it’s the screams,white massage parlor wallspainted with spatters of red – pop, pop, pop – black hair matted against cold forehead – how long as it been – pain, it’s the pain, burning ice-cold, ice-hot,eyes forever closed, lost to the gates of heaven – or is it hell here? where Americansattack their own? have weContinue reading “today: georgia – cold”

blink of an eye

fleeting second.kaleidoscope of noise and colorcut out in a blink of an eyeblurred together –faces and voices and dreams,from the lonely moondangling in the night sky from a stringpulled up by the dropping weightof the vivid loud sun- seesaw, day and night.blink of an eye –tomorrow is yesterday,yesterday is the past,today is the future. closeContinue reading “blink of an eye”

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