Yesterday morning I was awakened by yelling and brazen threats coming from the mouth of my elderly neighbor. We’ll call him George. George has a habit of picking fights with homeless men and women who – every so often – will come around to sift through the dumpsters for cans and food. Now before we […]Read More De-Escalating an Early Morning Fight
“…Now daily, I wonder what it means to be made a martyr without your consent…”Read More The Moment The Clock Stopped
…I was clay with eyes only to observe, no voice, moving on a conveyor belt through a crumbling factory with the word “prestigious” written on it in blue graffiti…Read More To Mourn A Dying Dream
“…When the entire building is rotten from foundation to ceiling, even the floorboards must be shorn away…”Read More To The Hopeless, with love.
…Would they prefer I invest in false hope than in the energy of change? I have not lost all hope, simply the hope that I placed in a political system that never earned my allegiance…Read More Returning to (A New?) Normal