Writing and Photography Submissions/Recognitions
Folio Submissions:
Poetry:
Ghosts of Our Past
The ghosts of our past haunt our memories, thoughts, and actions.
They taunt us with their knowledge of deeds past.
They lurk in the dark corners of the mind,
waiting to float out at us at the most unexpected times.
We try in vain to exorcise them in various ways,
with drugs, alcohol, and self-inflicted amnesia.
The ghosts are smart, though.
They may hide for awhile in the haunted house of our minds,
only to reappear again and again.
We claim we are changed, healed, cured, better, well.
The ghosts know better.
The ghosts know it is only a facade,
and that we make our own mirrors.
We make our own mirrors, don't we?
Fit ourselves together to present a reflection of ourselves
to flash to the world.
The ghosts truly know us.
They know where all the skeletons are hid,
how every scar was made.
They present the nightmares that wake us up with a scream,
trigger our memories when we hear a song.
They are always there in the shadows of the mind.
Waiting.
The ghosts of our past haunt our memories, thoughts, and actions.
They taunt us with their knowledge of deeds past.
They lurk in the dark corners of the mind,
waiting to float out at us at the most unexpected times.
We try in vain to exorcise them in various ways,
with drugs, alcohol, and self-inflicted amnesia.
The ghosts are smart, though.
They may hide for awhile in the haunted house of our minds,
only to reappear again and again.
We claim we are changed, healed, cured, better, well.
The ghosts know better.
The ghosts know it is only a facade,
and that we make our own mirrors.
We make our own mirrors, don't we?
Fit ourselves together to present a reflection of ourselves
to flash to the world.
The ghosts truly know us.
They know where all the skeletons are hid,
how every scar was made.
They present the nightmares that wake us up with a scream,
trigger our memories when we hear a song.
They are always there in the shadows of the mind.
Waiting.
Photography:
Writing and Social Justice Conference
Civility Is/Not
What Civility Is/Not
Civility is not a bro-ken bone,
A blackened eye,
A cruel word,
Or EVIL gestures.
Civility is not a war,
Or hatred for your fellow man.
Civility is not ugly
Or s h a t t e r e d
Civility IS:
Beautiful.
A mosaic of Butterflies
Flooooooooowing with the wind.
It is a garden of planted seeds,
Growing and blossoming under a sun.
A kind word,
A gentle touch,
Can heal the world one person at a time.
CIVILITY can transform CIVILIZATION.
CIVILIZATION-are we truly civilized? We can be-if only we learn to fly.
Civility is not a bro-ken bone,
A blackened eye,
A cruel word,
Or EVIL gestures.
Civility is not a war,
Or hatred for your fellow man.
Civility is not ugly
Or s h a t t e r e d
Civility IS:
Beautiful.
A mosaic of Butterflies
Flooooooooowing with the wind.
It is a garden of planted seeds,
Growing and blossoming under a sun.
A kind word,
A gentle touch,
Can heal the world one person at a time.
CIVILITY can transform CIVILIZATION.
CIVILIZATION-are we truly civilized? We can be-if only we learn to fly.