A lyric poem to march by. The youth of this nation marched across over 800 cities vocalizing frustration calling for the attention of our government to make a change for the betterment to wise up and rise up with... Continue Reading →
AM I NEXT ?
J'Lyn Chapman There was The space between [her / his] face and how I felt about it where sunlight condensed from what once was sun a perspiration of minutes sweating between us the door love practiced in me swung... Continue Reading →
22x30, acrylic and pastel on paper Ivy Walker