punctiliouspiper's Letters
A Letter to the Trolley Man
Dear Mister Trolley Man,
You are my ice cube.
I write to you from a state away. I saw you thrice in one day, and still think of you the same.
I don’t know if you remember me, but I have hope for my hope for humanity. That is not a typo. Even the purest things can deteriorate. Even the purest people can die. The kindest people in my life c…read more
Orange, Yellow, Green, & Purple
Red seats, white screens before they turn blue.
Low lights, loud sound, cinematography beaten and bruised.
The West Coast feeds us stories about the South,
its growls and hunger- while shoveling their mouths.
Red cheeks, white skin, clerical collars of blue.
Haters, defamers, of those of colorful hues.
Those colorful, no-name, no-joy…read more