A Random Act of Destiny

The poem you’re about to read is not a quiet reflection—it’s a flare shot into the night. It emerges from a moment when...

In the scarred cheeks of an African tribe, Flashing to the rhythms of a goatskin drum, Far from America, I learned to listen...

Each of us follows a unique destiny, even as we know we will each wind up dead one day. Some people afflicted with...