“...The skies over Gettysburg peel open a layer of sadness that embraces these hallowed fields,
Where celeste skies reveal puffs of cirrus white feathers,
With sunshine for ink like clouds rewriting history.
I think on the men, women, and slaves that fought to keep this country beating,
To keep its heart pounding.
They gave so much of themselves,
An unlikely transfusion,
Transmutation,
Transubstantiation,
Transcendent Moment in this young country’s fettered past...” . . . Driving through #Gettysburg — Inspired #Freestlye #Lines while driving north on Route 15 this morning. #MemorialDay Sunday. Check out my newest poem on my site. #LinkInBio #🖤 #🇺🇸
Oh Frankie and Johnny — I was with you every step of the way. I didn’t know what some of the story would feel like after 30 years, but between the strong eyes and heart of #ArinArbus and the flesh and blood and soul and spirit of @AudraMcDonald #MichaelShannon one couldn’t help but root for these two star-crossed lovers, and the story of #TerrenceMcNally swelled and soared so sweetly. There are parts of this story that take you by surprise, like a New York moment of wisdom wrapped up in wit or sardonic truth — you don’t take any word or action for granted, or sound or smell for that matter.. In the intimacy of Frankie’s apartment as the world continues to spin, two worlds collide, and my heart was happy to have witnessed it happen. @fandjbway #FrankieAndJohnny thank you! 🙌🏽💙
