A Late March Petal

A Retelling of Oscar Wilde’s The Selfish Giant Hope slicing snow brings back a late March petal and a big, big smile flushed full   in the darkening puddle of Boy’s eyes.  Softness loosens itself among two hearts holding tight, hands folded light.  Boy raises his plump face. He wants that blooming cherry-pink blossom  just there above the […]

Safe*

Safe What is that word? I hear it all the time, but I never feel it in this life of hate and aggression. I’m feeling this hate and aggression and I can’t help it but I care about what people think of me because at the end of the day it’s people I need to […]

I Can’t Breath*

How can they call it the country of the free and the country of the brave if the people can’t voice their own opinions? I mean – we’re at a time where racism should be demolished, yet we see it every day in the streets of the USA. New York City, a place I dream […]