SubtitleMAKING A ROLEPLAY BABYsomewhere in a 12th precinct interrogation roomproviding an official statement"Just the facts ma'am..."  So, where should I begin?You should know that he forced his way in,blocked the door with his shoe,where he came from no clue,tight jeans...

I woke to where you fell asleep  on asphalt crumbled unfulfilled.  I walked the confines of that street,  my hands familiar with the wheel,  my ears familiar with the roar  of engine grinding piston speak,  the sounds before the...

Here we are banning books about Rosa Parks                  while the Pastor dresses in drag on Sunday                  spewing a sermon of love that sounds...

Beneath the iron skies they stand with blood-stained hands and shifting sand. A truth etched deep within their gaze, forgiveness is not the warrior's praise. Their blades sing songs of darkened lore, each stroke a vow, each fight a roar....