My words are a direct reflection of what is being played out in my mind. For artistic purpose and dramatic effect I have duct-tapped the "edit" button…
Slightest turn of the other cheekone side acknowledges the otherin the midst of tragedyAnd as we parade into a house of worshipwearing our Sunday best,sirens blare in the distanceA police presence is feltand it is comforting at timesDifferent from the tender touchof a lovers hand leading the wayto a safer place of ease,a safer place …
Words in print words shouted from the left and right fearful we are falling in love with our own rectitude fearful we walk a fine line of righteousness and never acknowledge the lapse of judgement or even the possibility that we haven't got a real grasp on what is slipping between our fingers the experience …
Trilby Yates 