Charlottesville, Virginia August 12, 2017
my survivor’s brain does not try to process man’s inhumanity to man whole anymore it scans the image trying to make sense of the puzzle
I ain’t no Damsel
you have mistaken me for a damsel in distress waiting upon a handsome prince to rescue me slay the dragon you seem to be under
Things that Linger
there is no need for you to summon my ghosts they always hover near shimmering afterimages at my vision’s periphery murmur low incessant in curve
The Daily Song: March – The Chicks
I cannot recommend it highly enough. From the opening quote to the last note, it is deeply powerful and stunningly visceral. March March to
