Stereo. Type. Before they lock you in a stereotype speak words so deep they’re like burial rights write lines that unite every side of the fight so when you speak all they get is your STEREO. TYPE. See I don’t care about your lyrics I mostly care about your spirit our words are just...

A Letter To My Daughter You are the sound of a birds wings unfurling the twitching of feathers hovering above the shadows Shimmering light reflecting off the waves in the bay of hope And when you are born and you grow up I will have to bring to you a warning There will be men who bring...

Yiayia (Grandmother) My Grandmother grew up between two wars in Greece lost her brother Christo to the Germans and named my mother Christina after him Rare for a Greek woman she had a divorce at fifty and has lived for thirty years by herself with his photos still in the spare room she is a...