We Cannot Look Away: Not another 17, not another One

We will not forget Just another day just another town bullet perforated backpacks spilling loose-leaf lined paper, textbooks onto blood stained sidewalks helicopters hovering to give us the birds eye view I tried to avert my eyes out of respect for the dead the injured but I could not look away Christine Ray Even though … Continue reading We Cannot Look Away: Not another 17, not another One

Seasons

The afternoon light, beneath my toes talking a pale story where a mother aborts another one, father, a ruminating hard albumen. our typewriters often broke, and another language was written deformed, cracked Summers have always taught to swim winters, quietly taught about sinking. and a star too that dissolves at night. i have seen it … Continue reading Seasons