Developed senses lessening, words condemed in the myriad-world of words to reach out slay me. Condemned am I to convention of life, death and in-between—betwixt and bedeviled. Now words may condem me. Words! Sticks and stones may break my bones … Continue reading Betwixt and between
We took down our flag in the front yard and lowered and furled our flag in the back yard. We removed the signs for Trump, Kim, Chang. We are faceless like everyone else in our neighborhood. We don’t want to stand out, cause … Continue reading Apprehensive!