The youngest of a family in the Western United States, I am a writer and researcher married to a wonderful woman from back east.
being one of the last of the Carter babies,
I wish I had
breathed the devisive
but somehow unsullied
before being trapped,
into the spinningblades of
what would be
the last century.
seven years removed from you, brother,
how could mother be so selfish?
what possessed you all to think everything would just
A whole generation of the broken
does not a republic make,
or a nation
or a home.