Imagine if we didn't demonize the other.
Imagine if we didn't always have the right on our side.
Imagine if there wasn't an our side.
Writing at the margins. Writing in the margins. A place to react, to stop and share a few words, to take stock, to think aloud.
Fanaticism obliterates the feelings of humanity.
It’s thundering outside and they ignite lightning They wait and watch and smell the acrid smoke The sky is on fire Words dissemble Mumbles mask letters Bricks crumble into mud and shale, sand and water and tumble backwards into the Upper Tigris They toss glowing rags soaked in flames spreading rabble rousing embers A scorching heat Molten lava streams across the earth The Great Wall of China spews out stones and bricks What's left? A metaphor.
On the driver's side of the truck —NEED DIRECTION ...God