over and over again it becomes known the peace we seek is seeking us the joy a full bud awaiting our attention justice in our hands longing to be practiced […]
Tag: poem
still of it
i am still of it this world full of sorrows i trace the lines back from my fingertips to my heart the feelings all start with distinction such unique purpose […]
for the staten island moores, in grief
for glenda and damian moore, i cannot even comprehend. for connor and brandon moore, rest in peace. this goddamn country sometimes sometimes it just takes too much i heard about […]