Stranger

I’ve been up all night thinking I’m a stranger to who I wished to be.

Strange times, strange words make for strange fates even under sympathetic stars.

I scream out the questions that she’d never have had it in her to ask.

Photo by Karsten Winegeart on Unsplash

Song Choice: Nobody Told Me by John Lennon 

Liner Notes for this Groove: I decided that I needed three American sentences to make one whole response to the prompt given at Poets and Storytellers United's Weekly Scribblings Prompt: Something About Mary. I riffed off the phrase, 'all night they had thought of what they would like their lives to be'.

By Rommy Cortez-Driks

Where Virtue Lies

Don’t call yourself a friend to the flower when you try to kill its roots.

Photo by Alexis Chloe on Unsplash

Liner notes for this Groove: This is my first attempt at an American Sentence. I'm pretty pleased with this attempt and might try another again soon. It was created for Poets and Storytellers United's Weekly Scribblings prompt, Words of an Unprecedented Year. I tried to tackle allyship, but it looks like a bit of virtue signaling crept in. 

Song Choice: Hound Dog by Big Momma Thornton

By Rommy Cortez-Driks