Eye continue to wonder… ( Poem)

Softly, in the dusk the girl of my dreams speaks to me; taking me by storm back down the vista of bliss and mystery. I feel like a child again, happy, merry, gay, thrilled to no end, in the boom of her tingling words, metaphor, symbols and the sweetest of poetry is only hers. In…

Crispus Attucks… Who’s that?

“To rise from error to truth is rare and beautiful.” –Victor Hugo Crispus Attucks, a Black man, he was the very first man to die for the freedom of America. Crispus Attucks was born in Framingham, MA, he was part Native America and part Black American, his mother was of the Natick Tribe of Native…