Promising Hands
Saliva-soaked palms, handshake. Pin to the finger, blood print. Intertwined pinkies, spell chant. One hand to the sky, heart crossed. I wrote this poem for a BlueSky prompt: “What are…
Words Breathe
WORDS ONLY DIE WHEN YOU COMPLY Activists, do not obey. Let’s activate to Advocate for our freedom and repeat all the terms they told us are treason: Speak up and…
End of Democracy
Not enough Americans have been hungry– real hungry: scouring the drawer a hundred times and finding nothing to devour not even a ketchup packet. Not enough Americans have lost…