Who could have known that this was the year of reckoning? That its blank pages would fill with the battle of death and courage? That the voices of all our ancestors would start to paint the picture in part while... Continue Reading →
A park bench daring to close just one eye -as history sidles up to me “Remember freedom? Without the handcuffs of the social-distance police in your periphery?” I sigh....... as freshly trapped air thrashes in the mesh of my mask... Continue Reading →
Smell The Coffee 