All Library locations will be closed Monday, June 19th for the Juneteenth holiday.
I killed a tree writing notes last night,
but the question ravaging my mind
does not relate to the fine points of progressivism.
Even I, as little as I live, am too distracted to get this right.
I take a seat on the steps of my porch
This darkness inside my heart
Residing in my pitiless mind
A fuel to a fire of ever-burning odium
That cutting sarcasm of such cruelty
The cold cynical aura that never abates
What is it that filled me with such hate?