Proactive or not
Fear demands our attention
This calm, Autumn night
poetry, prose, and photography
Outside it is dark
Tapping sound from my drain spout
Water flowing down






My home was once there
The outward shape is still there
And yet, it’s transformed
Walking these old streets
Visions of dirty concrete
Echoes of our past
Grime and poverty
Once marked these streets with their truth
Now airbrushed away
Walking with dear friends
Explorations of this past
Amongst my future
A new day begins
Full of opportunity
Don’t let your fears win