A Bullet in the Hands of a Child

As a child, I was taught never to hit back, to insult, to degrade…I was vulnerable, lacking understanding of what it meant to be violent. As a child, remembering well, I want to go back and look at the world the same way I looked at it, beautiful in all its ways, peaceful, laughter all … Continue reading A Bullet in the Hands of a Child

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He Said He Loved You……

He said he loved you His being was an antonym Everything he did Was opposite his actions Scattered everywhere Like a jigsaw puzzle Amiss like his kiss You could make him a dot (.) and make it stop.   You chose an ellipsis Perhaps to later fill in the gaps With a heroic metaphor but … Continue reading He Said He Loved You……