I thought that I had turned
One of my characters
Into a
Sacrificial lamb.
A
‘Canary
In the coal mine’
To warn society
About what
We are
Becoming.
But as I looked at myself in the mirror one morning
While brushing my teeth
A shock of fear shot through my soul
And shook me.
The character isn’t the canary . . .
I am.
And society will come soon
To eat me.
-C.H.
Why is it that we are so eager to appreciate the beauty of a: flower, or a waterfall, or the stars, or a sunset; but we are hardly ever that open to seeing the beauty in each other? Why is that, dear
“A simple request” she says, “Speak to me in poem, intrigue my mind with your words, genuine and authentic, for your words become actions, are the framework of our relationship, and have the power to
There’s a camera on top of the building Next to this one And it points Right at me I lift up my shirt And flash it my hairy nipple Then I give it the finger It moves with me Turning as I walk away fro
