Commentary
This week marks an anniversary none of us ever imagined.
The clock radio blasted me awake. I cleaved to my pillow, bargaining with the alarm gods till the news came on.
As you may know 13 (five bucks, eight does) New England cottontails (Sylvilages transitionalis) were placed on Noman’s Land in 2019.
All silently the space of love transformed, Congealed into a frame one could not enter.
Stepping aboard a tall ship for the first time, a person cannot help but wonder and be amazed at the myriad lines.
As another black history month comes to an end, I think about what it has meant, and will continue to mean moving forward.