Wreaths of Confetti
It could have been a piece of a kite
A propeller dislodged from a toy airplane
Or a frisbee – splintered by time
These piles of brightly colored festivity
That … Read more
It could have been a piece of a kite
A propeller dislodged from a toy airplane
Or a frisbee – splintered by time
These piles of brightly colored festivity
That … Read more
History,
a meek friend of mathematics
has long grappled with a factual identity crisis
cooked by the privileged ones
under the guardianship of intellectual colored … Read more
Peace, a sly scoundrel,
restless and fragile,
met me a few years ago
for a few seconds
in a red dress
at Macy’s on 34th street.
A miracle indeed!
Stifled … Read more