As a bi-product Of . Some strange Inclination in my heart To live my life . I search for information on Juneteenth And I can feel the eyes on me And they are dark, Cold and dead, And . They are Posing As . A conduit Spotlighting a gluttonous bigot. . I wanted Juneteenth to […]

  It’s Memorial Day Sunday, I glide back into town From Red Bud Trail And the bypass. . I’m filling gas and Next to me I notice a woman who Seems kind of Eclectic and lively, like Someone who would be Really into cats Or maybe Van Gogh. . Ok, that’s a stretch. . Cats […]