Can, can’t, don’t know High, middle, low Our forever fight Never sure whose right Not worth the pain Try it again Go grab your fame We...

Photo by Clara The day he died, we started to live. We were lucky that way – being alive. Many don’t make it. On his last day I was under...

Winds of change Please do carry the voice of truth far and wide Across battlefields And burning skies Over charred remains Mothers’ empty...

An indelible mark Just as the older freckled hand centered the smooth cheek of the younger woman, seconds after the satisfyingly clean...