What We’re Reading This Month
what we’re reading this month
Written by Luiz De Souza July 9, 2020 I. The father thought about his family About what was right And about what was wrong Every morning and night And after midnight all night long. The thoughts were so tender Dreams about night and day About kindness once in...
When you walk a thousand miles with someone, you really get to know who they are. And so it was with my father, Alton Bernard, because I walked with him. A lot. Throughout my childhood, I went where he went, and it was my pleasure to do so. There is no place on earth...
One day I painted poppies a field rich in hues my heart did soar on flights of fancy purple yellow green and blue. This painting hangs anchored wide deep and high prominent in our home little did I realize then the import pressing homage to hang ‘till I die....
There was a concert I attended way back in the day. The band performed many songs, and my friends and I enjoyed them all. But, being so long ago, my memory of that night pretty much stops there. Many evenings in our lives are destined to be recalled like this, I...
Lanterns bend over the street Dividing the night where people meet Some in shadow Some in light Lanterns see everything in the night A wanderer has fallen asleep His bed is a grate where he will not weep Some never wake Some cannot wait For the light of the...
I am from under a crab-apple tree, from tangy tart and pink-purple blossoms. I am from the basement, weaving spotted spiders and hidden candy bar wrappers. I am from safety, and fear kept swallowed and chewed, broken and bruised. I am from torment and gunfire,...