8/30 the barrel of a gun : Brazil, day 2 (national poetry month challenge)
So this what it’s like to look down the barrel of a gun. I’ve always kinda wondered what what felt like, but not really…
2/30 (National Poetry Month Challenge )
So… for my second poem in the 30/30 Poetry Challenge for April – my mind just wouldn’t work. Just flat our refused. Ever have one of those days where you are just running non-stop and then when you finally have two seconds to kick off your shoes and sit, the last thing you want to do is think? Yea, that was me. Today. Right now.
a Travelista (with a Fear of Flying)
From DC to Brazil to California to Rome, each and every flight in my lifetime has caused me a guaranteed and certain anxiety. Even as I write this now, I’m nervously shifting in my 22A window seat (cue Eryka Badu) pondering my life and hoping that I’ve made Him proud… The question, though, is why do I put myself through this anguish? Simple. Exciting I want is on the other side of fear…