Poster Child

I don’t want to be the name on your next bleeding heart law.  I refuse to stand idly by as your medusaec heads echo empty apologies. My well is dry and the buckets keep coming. The neon sign says closed but your blind eyes keep tugging. No law is finite, no job description complete, your […]

Homage

It was just a walk by, but my side eye caught a glance, Of my silken silouhette, dancing pirouette, broom in hand. From this angle, line of sight, Reflection mirrored in new light. These curves and these dimples, how they shined and glistened. Like the floors I’d been sweeping And the tubs I’d been scrubbing. […]