My journey towards realizing that writing is my inheritance, not a privilege.
A poem about the holiness of the imperfect perfection of the marks left on a woman as she brings the beauty that is life into the world.
That was my life now. Blank. I was diving into the scary unknown and for the first time in my life I was not going to have a say on my future. So I deflated my ego down to 6 words.
With the fluorescents dimmed and the streets tamed, our eyes meet
Cyberspace is the Wild West. From the moment the iPad was given to me I tried to tame it.
We walk through the desert to a God who has forgotten us.
My grandmother was religious. It was just that I could not see it until after she passed away.
