Elizabeth Duran

Jesus is coming repent . . . . Continue Reading »

The white man has laid down his burden in the middle of . . . . Continue Reading »

There is nothing left to say now and nothing left to do the tears will not come to the eyes of the child who has kissed her mother and watched the methodical men bind her with tape the child who has heard her mother’s last words before the death in the small Brooklyn house with her niece and her . . . . Continue Reading »