(Partial Excerpt from the upcoming collective poetry book Shaking Off the Ashes) The air was thick. Different from the thickness of humidity that blanketed my childhood memories from Florida. This air was thick with dust and smog with a dry heat that sat heavy on your skin. No breeze or air flow to speak of.
It's Written In Their Eyes
It's Written In Their Eyes
It's Written In Their Eyes
(Partial Excerpt from the upcoming collective poetry book Shaking Off the Ashes) The air was thick. Different from the thickness of humidity that blanketed my childhood memories from Florida. This air was thick with dust and smog with a dry heat that sat heavy on your skin. No breeze or air flow to speak of.