
Poems and an occasional Essay
Ruminations of an Angry Cow
Beneath the Tide
There is blood on the street
and it seeps over all five flavors of Skittles
Father Knows Best
Shouting frantic hyperbole over some non-existent attack on the right to bear arms, while what you truly came for was the right to their womb
Salt Was the Price
Salt was the price for his captured life,
this Congolese man in slave trader hands,
Ota Benga
Tone-Deaf Karen’s Tone-Deaf Meme
Martin looted nothing, Martin burned nothing, Martin attacked no one, reads tone-deaf Karen’s tone-deaf meme