When I was in kindergarten I colored a dreidel. To me, it was just another shape outlined in thick black ink that I was meant to color in with whatever crayons I chose. To my teacher, who happened to be an artist, it was amazing. My mother worked in the school so the teacher ran … Continue reading Oh Dreidel, Dreidel, Dreidel…
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Bleed
We sit beside our friends of grief And know not where they came What was once clear and understood Now hides behind this game Of fear, distrust, clouded minds And words that can’t be said As we race around the things we know Are locked inside our heads We struggle to release the sounds Binding … Continue reading Bleed
Colloquially Speaking 