Today is my birthday I’m looking through the pictures… trying to see if I can see my house in them. Mother calls… its a bad day a bad day for us both she cries… I don’t she apologizes… I tell her its okay to not be okay I am hesitant to ask about friends and…


My city is drowning I turn on the tv. I want to know what is happening. I don’t know how to feel . . . what to feel. I see. My city drowning. I see my people black and bruised and begging and screaming and dying. The faces are all familiar. Voices all heard before….