The number of our destruction smacked us in the face, But too many didn’t want to see. They liked the words they heard, Shrinking their
Tag: Injustice
Composition of a Woman
grief the connective tissue webbed between each bone dangles unresolved from bleached ribs marbled shreds of tissue ruffling the edges of my open chest cavity
The War: An AIDS Poem
I am revisiting old poems today and came across this piece I wrote on April 6, 1988. I was a senior in college and finishing up my senior thesis
