I fear that I shall never live to see / a world that’s lived the way her God designed
It didn’t start there, and it would not end there, but I now recognize the events of that day as my life’s epicenter.
I need you to see some flesh on the jagged bones of the life themes I’ve expressed in my poetry.
Bravo to those privileged enough to get it perfectly the first go ’round.
I Need Permission
I wasn’t as brave as you were to face it head on.
As Ben Dances on the Edge of Heresy. Again.
Notice any gaps there?
I find Firsts are a curious combination