1. How do we fight that much hate?

    How it must have eaten them up inside, to have to smile at us, to have to sit next to us, to watch us succeed, while at the time, hate and rage swirled inside them begging to be let out, yearning to be free, to wreck our lives. When I think of the depth of the hatred they held in
  2. Under

    Under the rays of the sun Holding the edge of midnight Bathed in rainbow’s tears From twinkling stars Under the cover of trees Holding the tail of a falling leaf Drenched in earth From a broken ground Under the weight of air Holding the hem of stillness Soaked in the fire Of an extinguish