TEARS FROM MANY COLORS: Mikey St. John

Rivers of tears flowing everywhere; every drop designated a reason. Tears from many colors; no discriminating here; joy and pain hanging on to every last drop […] We’re humans, one people, multiple colors ascribed on our backs. The choice was not for us to make, but we’re happy, most of the time. And at times…

NAKED RIVERS: Mikey St. John

Season has changed, or so it seemed, while the quiet night slept silently. Naked, stilled rivers sought warmth, covered with ice in the blistering cold. Wind blew ferociously, painted houses with snow as sounds howled like wolves up and down the walls, agonized ears painfully, demanded attention from shameful trees that sought cover; ears didn’t…