I can’t breathe
The panic and fear are real
They are as tangible as an orange
Unappeeling, repulsive
Unhinged.
The parade of white men
Lead the execution
Of the American dream
While I imagine their self-righteous glibness
Witness its display in expensive
Overly pompous pagentry
That only they appreciate
While I bargain and borrow to get
My car out of hock.
If you want to be a hero well just follow me
Creativity conquers all!
A Gender Transition Journey
Light, Love, and Magic in the Hills of East Tennessee
The Art and Craft of Blogging
Acrylic Paintings, Examining extraordinary in the mundane
AM Roselli's art & writing site
Musings on poetry, language, perception, numbers, food, and anything else that slips through the cracks.
(re)Living History, with occasional attempts at humor and the rare pot-luck subject. Sorry, it's BYOB. All I have is Hamm's.
travel, nature, reflection
i like oranges, jesus