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…
Yesterday a child spoke about hiding under a desk the sound of gun shots filling the air a repetitive pattern rapid fire he's down the hall long drawn out sounds he is on the other side of the door she said don't cry the shooter might hear you shallow breathes be quiet or he will …
There is no safety zone or comfort in numbers The votes have been cast - opinions abound The tides are turning, and at the risk of an uprising, United By Gender the battle will rage on As my grandmother, my mother before me and the females that will come after; our right to express and …
It all seems very inconsequential relevant to only a few in the moment perception wrapped in a bloody cloth carried around in a shoulder bag right side of the cause and you will weep for your neighbor kiss the ground you stand on thankful your home remains in tact people in glass houses shouldn't throw …
Fine smooth facial lines crisscross like a jagged war torn village road a mapping of your indiscretions never deviating from the facts truths be told - behold the awkwardness leaving a distinct manicured impression unique to a solitary finger print left at the scene of an other wise meticulously assumed moral crime your party established …
Trilby Yates 