Art imagines. Art restores. Art heals.
Art has a job.
Yes, it is a job. A job one should be honored to
Author: dommie.herard
As time goes by
As years blend together
As people die
As love expands in different directions
As new friends kick down the doors into your life
As you age and see the new
My hands are always moving.
They proclaim how I much I like to write, know by memory
the symbols
the letters
the numbers of computer keyboards I have grown to know so much
I have been friends with a tree next to the school where I work for about three years now.
What does it mean to be friends with a tree?
Each time I
What does God have in store for me?
What does the day have in store for me?
Which of my dreams that I know I have
…
For months, I have been flexing, stretching, preparing for when “they come for me.”
The metaphorical “they,” of course.
This was often used to reference the educational systems
doused in Whiteness
that