Martin’s Dream

“Darkness cannot drive out darkness; only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate; only love can do that.” Martin Luther King, Jr. Martin’s Dream I fall into the blackest hole in space my soul now travels through the darkest scene; a foreign place where there’s no time or grace. I move through tunnels…

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Echoes on Easter Island

  “Echoes on Easter Island” The silence as the clouds go rushing by *across the treeless island’s bare terrain where statues, mute, sit quiet in their clime to worship, chant yet no one hears their claim. Signs of their age show in their surface scowl as muscles strain to move their burden forth. Men grunt…

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The Hearing of Judge Kavanaugh

Salacious allegations now may seize and rip Scalia’s spirit as it falls. Inside, bold lies may bend us to our knees  and rattle glass that shake these hallowed halls. Lead voices at the hearing speak of law  yet minutes into speech, a sentence shrill:  malodorous, her laugh; demonic scowl:  Her urgency grows stronger as she…

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The Spider Woman’s Waltz

“The Spider Woman’s Waltz” She dances in my head as in a dream and raven are her eyes as onyx blown. As Autumn steps into her bleaker scene chill mist is in the air; cold-to-the-bone. “Oh, waltz with me”, said she; “Our time is brief and through the hills and valleys, dancing, go! I’ll bind…

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We are All Immigrants

We all are immigrants from Africa. Your skin is white while mine has darker tone. Yet, heart to heart, we’re all America and with that hero’s pride, our flag is flown. We all are immigrants from Africa and celebrate a wondrous mix that glows from coast to coast in our America. Red, white and blue…

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“The Sitting”

Lenoir,_Charles-Amiable ‘A_La_Recherche_du_Temps_Perdu. (In Search of Lost Time) “The Sitting” The lady yearns for briefest rest held captive by the artist quest. A simple pause; her smile beguiles. Her almond eyes belie the lies. Mid curve of  lips, a cautious glance. But youth is harmed; so brief the dance. And, stealthily, her feelings flee. Her cries…

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“Pandora’s Box”

Pandora’s box will wait upon death’s call that comes from Charlotte’s violence.  All ears hear rising tumult over statue, tall. And there rides Robert Lee. His horse he steers. Old statesman, warrior of Civil War; his sword , no longer at the charge or flies. Yet fought he for the South;  felt duty for; now…

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