As I sit in a café not far from home, A divided nation sharing one room. In a world that lets skin color define us, My heart grieves for those who would divide us. What I see are faces — unburdened by borders. What I hear are...
Joe has a penchant for disappearing. This makes the employees at the places he frequents in Roscommon uneasy. He has no family and is nearing his mid-eighties. More paranoid people fear he’s tripped over his monstrously furry...
Mona stood behind the linoleum-covered counter cutting the strawberry rhubarb pie into eight perfect wedges that reminded her of moist linen. It was yesterday’s pie and just beginning to shift its color from tired dusty rose to...
Ignorance, allied with power, is the most ferocious enemy justice can have
– James Baldwin
