Maul it Over

I can’t hear you, but I know what you’re saying. My Nonna taught me how to read lips. She refused to wear a hearing aid. She said she’d earned her right not to listen to people’s shit. I was sitting on the floor watching F Troop. I thought the leading actor, Ken Berry, was cute….

Treating Our Battered and Beautiful Wounds

After Amanda Gorman’s poem “The Hill We Climb” a Broward College Lecture at the Music, Film, Literature and Art Festival, “Admist the Chaos: Rise Up and Move Forward” A Letter from the Editor by Zorina Exie Frey We are coming home from a war we never left home for. Broken, wounded, and bruised. Still bleeding….

It’s Over! It’s Finally Over!

The year that must not be named is finally over. May your 2021 and beyond be filled with hope, health, prosperity, good company, and peace.

Happy Holidays

Happy Holidays. Be kind to one another. #holidays2020

The Cathedral

Strength hides where where one refuses to seek. #wisdom #thoughts

Black Bird

Flying free despite everything.
#poetry #creativewriting