It all looks so clear from your glass house on the hill. If they would only work harder, work smarter, get an education. This good life could be theirs too. The lights are on in the glass house, but no one is home. Cannot see oppression from way up there. You cannot smell the foul … Continue reading Glasshouses
Tag: Perspective
Rosemary’s Baby
Two different eras. One family. Two sets of parents. Rhythmic. Succinctly, every two years. A gap, then another and then, happen-chance, one more. Seven in total, somewhat the same. From the upside down. And yet, so different. It’s all in the name. What’s in a name? That which they call a Rose, by any other … Continue reading Rosemary’s Baby
The Poet Who Didn’t Know It 