Poems from Gabby Tortorich
The beat of a drum, the beat of a heart, both rhythms keep me from falling apart.
Fingers calloused over from the stings of my guitar, the...
Today's weapons are not guns nor knives.
The 20 first century weapons consist of Photoshop and lies.
Media is the weapon itself,
But we...
To be heard is a dream
A want, a wish, a need.
To be heard is a thought
That leads to loss and confusion amongst.
Who would listen to a...