How much more righteous I would be Coming on black-tipped wings With eyes that shine with mourning With sword red-tipped with wrath How...

How quickly this dissolved With fires lit by gemstone wit And perspectives evolved Animated, yet left cold Thumbs unopposed to traveling...

A poem about the pain and grief of a world with a disturbing inability to provide any kind of closure or justice to the victims of...

It's hard to realize you're living through historical events as they happen. Everything in the here and now seems so incremental and yet...