Poems from Black Violet

The children run and play in a dark world. The smoke infiltrates our lungs: fits of coughing interrupt their play. They play in a dead...
Were we human? Yes, once we were. But not now. Not now.   Now we are more. We are one. Unity.   No more individuals. No more hate. No more...
Today is frozen in blue and white we live to stall upon a blank page This picture, now a photograph In black and white Reframed to show a...
My heart was splattered blood red over drab stones gravestone inscription read: here lies the girl who lost her home Her heart and her...