Not imagined [poesy]

I was standing here Red dot on a map Of cross roads and constellations When the world slipped from under my feet Vivid emotion Truth spoke my name In a hundred different colours Symphonies of silence Sang the solo of serendipity As I fell into a pillow of peace Warmed by the assurance of my…

The foil crown and cardboard throne (a poem)

I live in DC. When I first moved here, I took a bus every morning that rode me past the White House, down the mall, and across the river, all typically before the sun painted these in the pleasant hues that inspire patriotism for buildings and monuments constructed in architecture paying homage to a fallen…