Things That Never Made It Into Print...In Search of a Title Though you spend years buried, knowing who you are, but unable to be, still there are leaks along the way, both good and bad, glimpses from above, colors so bright, impossible to ignore, even from below. Then something happens, not through the strength you know you have, but will not […]
It’s early morning Still dark and quiet And Baltimore is sleeping Even the birds. But the song of the crickets Amongst this silence Is constant And this is the music Of early morning. A constant drip Of water nearby Punctuates The only song you hear. But not long after that The sirens […]
There is a place you must go, and though you cannot see where it is, you know it is, know the distance you must travel is vast and unknown, and there is no sun to serve you as a guide, nor any guarantee that you will make it there, and instead be condemned to dwell […]
I could not say what floor it was — because I did not know what floor I lived on — only that it was the floor above where silence seemed to dwell — unless it was because I could not hear what was there because of the noise of others who lived with me. It did […]
Not too high, not too low. Close enough to the ground but not far above it. Not as high as the sky but high enough to see the sky — The middle ground. High enough to see the branches of a tree — the people who grow beneath them — the voices and the traffic […]