poetry |
I didn't grow up in the inner-city, still the shit I saw was far from pretty, picture a painting on concrete& the visual is kind of gritty, but I needed that money and them streets needed me, experien...
Posted by on Mon, 13 Aug 2007 11:04:00 GMT |
Grapes |
As I pluck luscious red grapes from their reluctant stem I notice a runt tucked within the crowd. An oddity, this runt is about one-forth the size of the other grapes and her skin is a different color...
Posted by on Fri, 08 Jun 2007 15:26:00 GMT |
Alone |
My feet rest flat on a bed of earth toned bricks. The bricks cool the skin on the bottoms of my feet, eagerly telling me all they can remember of an uncharacteristically cold Arizona night. By now it'...
Posted by on Thu, 19 Apr 2007 02:41:00 GMT |
