I ran with a zealess zest from the point of my failures in a race that should have been victorious because of the sand in my shoes I walked with a heavy heart from the presence that I know now to a future that I know not because of the sand in my shoes I… Continue reading SAND IN MY SHOES by Bamas Sinach VicToria
You came with your heads: running feet can’t take you here. What made you think the world is yours? We who drummed, we who played the last –card; who raised thy shoulders to the crown? We have heard eloquences from flummoxed speeches, Cocooned in parches, self-centered formulas, dabbling on the liquor of corruption. I have… Continue reading NO CROSS TO BEAR?