Poetry

Watching

It’s not the outside world I fear most; it’s the inside one, the one so near that disturbs me. Everything burns. The heart. The soul. The thoughts that can find no solace in a world drenched with blood and flame and not a cloud in the sky to rain down purifying waters so desperately needed.… Continue reading Watching

Nonfiction

“What Makes You Think Our Method Of Bringing World Peace With Large Bombs Isn’t Working?”

I remember a time when I was afraid of Russian people. Yes, I was young, but my view of Russian people, and Russia in general, was colored by the attitudes passed onto me by our political leaders during the Cold War. Russia was a threat to America. They wanted to nuke us off the face… Continue reading “What Makes You Think Our Method Of Bringing World Peace With Large Bombs Isn’t Working?”

Poetry

To Learn

Lying here, staring into the illusive sky, an escaping tear tingles to my ear bearing images of what has eluded me. Love sways about my heart’s weathered tomb, sailing distant into crashing waves juggling skewed reflections of the flashing storm. Hints of daylight rain illuminating fire on my soul, pounding the drums of a glistening… Continue reading To Learn