He could hear her voice as he slowly ascended the stairs, asking the kids to be seated for breakfast. He knew she’d be home even though he hadn’t been able to reach her via phone. She turned off her phone whenever she didn’t want to be disturbed by anyone but he was always welcome, she’d … Continue reading Breathing Again!
In the night we had risen like phoenixes
From the ashes of St John and Andrew’s ventures
Ebony pain glistening in the moonlight
Vengeance exposed by the glistening shards called our eyes
For come the sun, melanin should rule supreme
…when in spite of your knack for stringing words together, you can’t even craft your own pain…
…when there’s no synonym for an aching heart and every dot lined up don’t tell it all…