• Poetry

    Peace Is Alive

    there’s a Peace here a kind that I’ve never experienced not like a sound Peace because everyday kids in the courtyard are screaming + running + playing dogs howl and bark incessantly buses drive by every few minutes cars honk constantly old women talk-yell at one another and the person living upstairs drags feet and furniture plays jacks on the floor and randomly drops bowling balls all day + night long at least that’s what I picture happening no — this kind of Peace makes me take long deep breaths like everything is in its right place people are just living going about their daily lives walking in daydreams so much so…