Some people stand up straight and stare down the sun. Some people grovel on their knees kissing feet.
Be evolution, not its footprint.
It’s a freelance offer, and I’m free to fly (wings and halos).
His name was poem; her name was fictitious (angels fated to fall).
Not every answer is custom fit. Not all the questions get asked.
Praxis Magazine released Around This Fire 3 recently. A chapbook of poems written in response to Edwin Madu’s, Poetry for the Mildly Insane. The collection was compiled by the wonderful Laura M. Kaminski, and I am thankful that my poem “Sacred Soil” was included.