a sunday kind of love (don’t ever go) can’t lie (waiting just to love you) if i say that i love her (the look of love is in your eyes) and when i kiss her good morning (the look of love is on your face) seal it with a kiss (a look your smileContinue reading “Sunday Morning Lover”
where is my Queen Leah now i am forsaken it is possible that the stars and moon and shapes of the world are behind the pine trees and the old oak in vines and the dogwoods are sleeping in the dark too somebody let off a stream of fireworks sizzling and popping that stopped atContinue reading “the tempest”
The average age of death is 52 years old. Gender not withstanding. Race not withstanding. US regions not withstanding. Frontier. Rural. Urban. None of it matters. Dying an earlier death than the general population is now a given if you fit the population’s demographics.
My voice is silent today. I listen and I discern on the next right steps to take. I was in The Respect Institute of Georgia from Monday through yesterday. Graduation is today. Sitting in this place, then, I give you a poem by a favorite poet Laureate, Mary Oliver: After Her Death I am tryingContinue reading “Race Relations 101”
During the course of my day, I speak with quite a few people, organizations and states here in the US about our mutual work in Peer Supports. It’s important to me to remain authentic, transparent and true to fact. I’ve been working in a CPS/Peer Supports point of contact for 10 years. I know theContinue reading “Honestly, Now”