Put your cheek against this cheek. Forget anger and men planning war. When I hold out silver coins, take them, and give me a cup of gold light. You can open the wide door of the sky. Surely you will open me. All I have is this emptiness. Give it a nickname. Breaker and healer, break and heal this head. Do not press your seal to that pistachio nut. Put it here. There is that in me
that has to be told fifty times a day, Stop hunting. Step on this net.
I have a Bachelor's Degree in History/Government and International Relations from George Mason University, and a Master's Degree in International Affairs with a Concentration in U.S. Foreign Policy from American University in Washington, DC. I was born in New York City, and have lived in Northern Virginia since childhood. I am an independent writer and an entrepreneur. I am also a book author.
View all posts by adamazim1988