This is my first time on the bus since I’ve moved here, and the women of Harlem are heading to church. Continue Reading →
I refuse to call you a bitch
I said I refuse to call you a bitch Continue Reading →
By Carol Lazarus (written on Sept. 15th 2013)
Do not be distracted.
Forbid the thief from entering in.
If I were a mere drop of rain I would hope to fall upon a brightly colored flower disperse myself across the beauty of its color. Continue Reading →
“I just wrote this after someone tried to tell me that oil (and the spill and how we can stop drilling to avoid further combat) has nothing to do with war and this person said “No its all religion” (and tried to tell me about religion) and really at this point there are 300 reasons why we are at war and none of it is of any worth so here it goes: I just named it . . .”