Category: Community Poems

Wow, scary! Where do I start? I’m feeling tremendous love for Sudan these days. I just hope it lasts… And so do I…for I have uttered (secretly) what I never thought I’d say: “It’s good to be home” Slickity click, all words fit, so let’s make the trip. To the wonderful world of moral purity…

Who am I? I twirl. I dance. I spin. Who am I? High and low, centered and on the side. I try. I justify the dry eye, please the mind, and hide the lie. In a world where truth is told by liars – deceivers, pretenders, pacifiers. Babies are silenced, the children play, the adults…