the tempest

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 at […]

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Race Relations 101

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 trying […]

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