jonetta rose barras: A meditation on DC’s Killing Fields
So many places to die in dc
in a car
on the bus
on the corner
with a mother
only a whisper away…
Those are words from a poem titled “Dying” that I wrote in the 1980s. I pulled it out this week after learning of the murder!-->!-->!-->!-->!-->!-->!-->!-->!-->!-->!-->!-->!-->…