Another shooting.
Another child won’t go home.
Blood belongs inside.
An earthquake of expression. A tornado of thoughts. A blizzard of boundaries. A Weickian world of wonder!
Another shooting.
Another child won’t go home.
Blood belongs inside.
Labels: NaPoWriMo2021
“Some men see things as they are
and ask why.
I dream things that never were,
and ask, why not?”
― Robert F. Kennedy
(borrowing a George Bernard Shaw quotation)
All content is copyrighted (c) by David C. Price and may not be reproduced, republished, or stored in any electronic or non-electronic form without the express written consent of the copyright holder.
No comments:
Post a Comment