I was reading the rhetoric spewed by some politician who claimed that it was his goal to end poverty in America. What a brilliant idea one may argue. Yet by doing so are dramatically failing to realize that such an ideal has long ago been adopted with the […]
Poem what if these vaccines were merely poison and these books were merely lies imposed upon a child without heroes we desperately attempt to contrive searching for parallels which are similar they sinisterly use to divide with the addition of such misfortune our problems only multiply you see… […]
Poem In a society which uses the media to define beauty, imposing twisted ideals of what a woman should or should not look like, it is difficult to define beauty at all. Similar to a dying rose. One may say… ”My what a beautiful flower. Fighting endlessly until […]
Poem we envy what we believe that we can’t obtain and obtain what we most envy yet once obtained… can’t absolve the plenty which has left our spirits empty still we hopelessly strive to distance ourselves from the former which honestly couldn’t be truer watching a stranger emerge […]
Poem: watching shadows of snowflakes dance beneath lamppost exhaling miserably she sighs… even amid such heartache she doesn’t feel alive as the debt of addiction bankrupts all cent’s of hope when you’re attempting to make a dollar before somebody drops a dime it is amid the echoes of […]
Poem: We’re suffocating… bound by the unrelenting restraints imposed by poverty… racism… oppression… and so on as the intended victims of capitalism we as blacks must ask ourselves if being included in the conversation of basic equality even possible here in America when we’ve been subjected to such […]
when’s the bus coming I’d ask… leaning onto the street to search the horizon could feel the wind against my skin as vehicles raced past I became overcome with excitement while grandma sat stoically wearing her signature garb which concealed her greying hair fanning herself with a paper […]
Poem: crickets singing near my window sirens echo from afar the smell of syrup in the morning the faint impressions of a scar and though sunlight in the rain can often seem much too far like marshmallows on a flame reaching for a falling star these days multiply […]
Poem: a butterfly wakes a sleeping rose bathing in the morning sun which cannot be compared to anything I’m fortunate as anyone wishing I were that toothless child unconcerned with much at all trying to catch a butterfly but I have no luck at all and by the […]
Poem: the hope of fortune among the swelling tide a fisherman studies the evening sun along the banks of southern Thai the anchors sneered from where it’s hung and though the wind may taste like rain it’s the smell of salt in the swells beneath which sing a […]
Poem: stricken by the beauty of a summer rose oblivious to the winter thaw outside this broken window doesn’t feel that way at all see… this is the window… you are the flower… and I am the morning sun have I strayed too far to reach you as […]
like the backside of a workman’s clock hidden from the timeless paradigm at hand left to wander in a world I could never understand as there is no pillow for fallen tears no April for winters thaw not even lemonade among the fray to heal us all this […]
I grew up in a world within a world, which led me here… removed from either world. But I never gave up, and wrote the most brilliant novel this decade.. “Mourning Due” which is available on Createspace.com. Now I can reach the world. Charles Lamar Garrison DOC #496-360
I know it’s difficult to invision how one, who was torn, from vineyards made of thorns, could be anything but scarred. And scarred I may be. But without scars, we’d no way of knowing who we actually are. As a horizon without a blemish is void of direction. […]
This is Charles Lamar Garrison author of “Mourning Due”, which is available on Amazon.com. The book details the lives of Columbus, Ohio homicide detectives, who are consumed by the investigation of a deranged serial killer, who preys on women of the night. This book is a literary marvel, […]
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