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You, young warriors

Of International Boulevard

Beacons of the ghetto

As daylight strains one last time

To defeat the darkness



And children are put to bed

At the back of the house

To sleep



Mayhem begins

Sirens shred these streets

Intense light focused

Flushing the element out



Gunfire, firecrackers,

Or the backfire

Of an old El Dog

Keeps us all

Guessing

Wondering

Afraid



Go home

To wherever that place is... read more

A poem my husband wrote about the beginnings of my life:

Purple Microdot

We sat down in the park
To rest for a while
I was only teasing you
To try and make you smile

I know these little details
These secrets that you keep
And some of them are funny
Like the one about LSD

You mom was once a hippie
She listened to the Dead
And just like Grace Slick used to sing
She loved to feed her head

And once over the holidays
When she had a bit to drink
She told ... read more