Big Gold Earrings


Dark brown braided down to


mini skirt and tank

hot pink converses

and these huge gold hoop earrings

Lived to party, high

never stayed home

always on the roam with her crew

spiked up

no care

Duran Duran and Slick Rick on blast

blowin through her stash

electric, eclectic

gold door knocker


Well, they went out of style and she settled down tired of being a child. Now she sits back and reminisces of days long since past from her mists. Those hoops aren’t retired just yet

She still pulls’em out and takes’em

for a ride


she’ll always be wild

The Peace of Wild Things

Bruce Onobrakpeya

Bruce Onobrakpeya

When despair grows in me

and I wake in the middle of the night at the least sound

in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be,

I go and lie down where the wood drake

rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.

I come into the peace of wild things

who do not tax their lives with forethought

of grief. I come into the presence of still water.

And I feel above me the day-blind stars

waiting for their light. For a time

I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.

— by Wendell Berry