where I think out loud
This is a story of sacrilege and violence. Of how a regime filled with, and supported by, people of no moral standing and conscience, can trample on the most innocent of lives without batting an eyelash. Rest assured, you will not find vile words, only vile content. So, be warned that this post will contain graphic descriptions of a violent incident.
Years ago, I was inspired by a dance I saw on “So You Think You Can Dance” concerning people with cancer to write this. Last night, I revised it and decided to put it up here: The One-Footed Dancer This is a poem of no glories It’s just one of those plain old stories It…
I can smell. I can smell everything. And when I say everything, believe me, I mean every single damned thing …