The Pen is Mightier than the Sword

It’s embarrassing for Jeffery To stand out there and beg for mercy, beg for money, It’s embarrassing for him, dressed in depleted clothing, to hold a Dunkin Donuts cup and expect your sympathy His service was what gave you your privilege, but his service is what took his mind and fed it to the demons.... Read more »

International Women's day

All my life, I have been surrounded by women. I have experienced their canny judgments and their choleric attitudes. I have admired their beauty and envied their profound intelligence. When we speak of women and beauty, we indulge in a conversation of eyeliner and mascara. We indulge in a conversation of splendid eyes and charming... Read more »

The Lady on Adams and Wells

She sits with her legs crossed Her eyes centered to the knowledge She holds this knowledge with her frigid hands Her cheeks turn bright pink And her smile erodes a brilliant white Like the color of her skin She doesn’t ask for anything All she does is hum and sing She doesn’t hold a cup... Read more »

The Veteran

USMC Iraq vet. Stranded. Hungry. God bless, read his sign. He stands with his heart on his sleeve, and his courage underneath his blackened heart. What he saw overseas is incomparable to the shiny unscratched Mercedes Benz found in your garage. The bunk he had to live in for months on end with the exhilarating... Read more »

Never Forget

Flesh is only temporary, but soul and memories are forever. It is with a tear in each eye, one for each of my friends, in which I write the following: The never ending feed declaring your death puts me on edge. I do not want to believe it. You are still here, and it is... Read more »


Hir stomach drops every time Ze is called Mr. or Ma’am. Has it ever occurred to you Ze is neither. I saw Hir sitting in front of me, with Hir legs crossed, Hir fragile hands clenched, and Hir arms dangling off of the chair next to Hir. Hir low fade, dashed with a sprinkle of... Read more »

The Lady on The ledge

It’s the sound of your giggle echoed profoundly within the four chambers of my heart in which I find the most joy. – The look in her eyes frightened my soul to the very edge of the platform. The horror was suppressed in the glare of her beautiful brown eyes submerged underneath a fountain of... Read more »


She said “I knew your grandfather, man” and gave me a subtle smile. I looked into her eyes and saw despair drowned out by a hint of happiness endowed in survival. It was 9:00 pm on January 16th, and she slowly walked through the revolving door, her walker holding her behind. She walked through the... Read more »