I have a story coming out next year!
the book will be sent out to agents on my Birthday in February.
That's my deadline.
I'm busy living and writing, but I'll leave you with a poem I wrote.
(with thanks to Bogi Takács for the writing advice)
justice, much like faith,
is a faerie-tale,
cannot be made right not when
the killer is a white man and
the victims looked too dangerous,
too black, too transgender too
Cheyenne-Arapahoe, too female,
America, land of the free, much like hope
is a bed-time story we tell ourselves, hands
red from the days denials, justifications,
righteous prayer to our pale-skinned
god damn us all.
He was only 12
She was unarmed,
They were only walking,
but the Second Amendment
craves more blood
to water the tree
I’m sorry, patriots
those that die so we can be free
Tamir , Bettie, Paul, Yvette, Tanisha, Akai,
on and on a thousand names more
Emma’s poem, “Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,”
is just a joke now, don’t you know
it’s all been a joke back since Wounded Knee