
Mine, a single word holds me still, my mind frozen
Whispered in the dark, against my sleeping back
In the dawns pink light out loud, shattering my morning
My mind holds it, whispers it back to me when you are not here, Yours
Mine, a phantom arm around my back, lips against my ear a whisper
Dancing to a rhythm only partly of music’s making
Body molded as if it knows your contours and fit before
Dared to agree, even my skin responds without need for more, Yours
Mine, spun from honey and silk across a fearful heart
Secret words and questions, challenge shadowed corners
You are the first I tell you, gifting you my secrets and my doubts
You are the only one I see in the corner of my eye, my heart wide open, Yours
Mine, you are King Shahryar to my Sherehezade as I spin tales for your amusement
Stories laid at your feet, laying bare my soul as a place of delight
Each tale told to free us both or bind us more closely together
Hints of velvet and gold lay lightly on my neck a promise, Yours
Mine, unbound until you knock on the door, ask me again
Fantasy and reality entangled, my spirits wings beating with your heartbeat
Silk bonds float down to lay across wrists offered in trust to you, bound to you
I have loved you before as you knot the red silk and draw me toward you, Yours
Valentine Logar
29-May-2014
We don’t have a Race problem in the United States of America, how many times have you heard this? How many times has someone you know said this to you when you have attempted to have a conversation about Race with them? How many members of the media, paid to inform and even define the cultural standards of the day insisted, we do not have a Race problem in the United States of America, those days are over.

At approximately 9:15am yesterday, I was standing in front of a judge in family court in Dallas County, right hand raised and swearing to tell the truth. My attorney asked a series of questions, including was I requesting my name be returned to me to ask my creditors or criminal prosecution, I answer each question correctly apparently, five minutes after it started it was over. The judge smiled and granted my request for a divorce, a chapter closed.
them the face of compassion, perhaps we can also change the trajectory of their lives, maybe we can change the inevitable outcome so many of them face, from classroom to prison cell. I have always said, as if it is a mantra, give me just one and it is worth it, one out of every session that I reach and who hears then it is worth it, every one after one is a gift.
hope and love and I think they might be part of the same thing.’
Men go hard for what they truly want, so if he isn’t going hard for you; you aren’t what he truly wants, walk away and be grateful for the heads-up.
down in front of them to do so, most of us won’t do it, we will run hard and fast in the other direction. These men are not what we have been taught to let catch us.
rather than strengthen them? Yes, I know there are parts of our lives we are and should be absolutely on equal ground, work, education, opportunity and pay. This though is not what I am talking about and I would never suggest I don’t believe in equality in the boardroom, only that perhaps we have carried our demands for equality too far.

Next up is my lovely niece who has decided to go to Jail for a cause, better this than the alternative! Angela has always been one of my favorites, wild child, adventurer, audacious and loving with a smile that brightens rooms and a laugh that is absolutely infectious. I have always secretly marveled at her daring and her ability to make the absolutely best lemonade out of lemons.
