Has Anyone Been Able To Escape The Reality That We Are Walking Each Other Home?
BY AVELLINA BALESTRI Games. Always playing games. Filling up the mind with plotting, and our heart’s surge crested with the thrill. Our little…
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Let Them Mark Us As “Rejects” — Because We Dare To Be More
We will remember the “failures”, The “losers”, The “rejects”. Who dared to be more then others allowed in the smallness of their minds.
Earth Mercy
Sing of Mother Earth, who we must tend, as grateful sons and daughters, born to soil and water. Flame’s fury and wind’s breath as our natural inheritance, the landscape has a face, the rivers run as blood, the rocks as jagged bones…
An Open Letter To Donald Trump
Are you afraid, Mr. Trump? For sometimes I feel it in you, the fear of losing oneself, and constantly seeking to fill up the void with all the glitters, like sickened eyes glitter when a fever ravages the mind.
Give Me the Words: A Bardic Rhapsody Of Winter Feasts
Let me be that tree, so that the scent of pine will remind the world that someone must have meant it. I will be a singing sentinel, and that which breathes life into death. The raven has no part with the pine, nor the blackthorn with the dove.