RANDOMS
TRUTH III….. (THE CONFESSION)
The house was quiet. John was in the gym downstairs and sarah had just woken up from her mid day rest. She longed for what to do roaming around the house. John was a freak for ancient African art. He had wooden sculptures as well as the famous Nok head sculptures. But he wasn’t an…
I SIT AND SEW
BY ALICE MOORE DUNBAR-NELSON I sit and sew—a useless task it seems,My hands grown tired, my head weighed down with dreams—The panoply of war, the martial tred of men,Grim-faced, stern-eyed, gazing beyond the kenOf lesser souls, whose eyes have not seen Death,Nor learned to hold their lives but as a breath—But—I must sit and sew….
A Litany for Survival
BY AUDRE LORDE For those of us who live at the shorelinestanding upon the constant edges of decisioncrucial and alonefor those of us who cannot indulgethe passing dreams of choicewho love in doorways coming and goingin the hours between dawnslooking inward and outwardat once before and afterseeking a now that can breedfutureslike bread in our…