You heard whispers, of a promised land Tales of opportunity to let your dreams expand Money to be made, food to be fed Space to grow a...

Carried in my hips, piles of unread stage scripts. Behind my shoulders, the strength of a thousand soldiers. In the twists of my colon,...

We build walls where there used to be doors This is the consequence of so many wars The hardening, anything soft hidden in drawers Love...

There is a little town along the sea her beauty, she calls to me The narrow streets lead me to her she calls me softly, a sweet whisperer...

Old and new, new and old When does it begin this story begging to be told Ancient history three millennia of war Many lost in battle hear...

The sun is hot on our faces our skin becoming kissed The sound of birds, dogs and children I pinch myself to be sure I exist A woman is...