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Monthly Archives: January 2014
honor you, honor me
I know you know how it feels to have him crush you into the pavement with his words and his anger, only to scrape you like something he stepped in, scrape you off the bottom of his boot. Your innate … Continue reading
of pennywhistles and footfalls
There is dust on the needles of the Jack Pines and the high noon sun glints off little mirrors of Mica adorning the rocks like bling. Cactus dare to bloom here though the snow may come again, and hawks soar … Continue reading
You Understand?
Stormy, they always say I’m stormy. When the clouds mount in their slate colored suits and blot out the Sun I know the Moon will chase me and I giggle like a mischievous child. I am alive. I will live, … Continue reading
Snapshot Africa: Maize
In Malawi the staple of sun kissed maize is replaced by millet because rain heavy clouds are fickle so water either squeezes or streams from the petulant sky. The rainy seasons cannot be depended upon because gods are fickle, and … Continue reading
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Cooks County
Cooks County Jail is a warehouse. They inventory degrees of madness, of loneliness and abandonment. Here they shelter people who think they are Jesus, women who pull out their hair men whose only crime is having concrete for a bed. … Continue reading →