Poetry

"...He was no panAfricanist. Not at all..."

"...I would sit and try to write a poem nearly every day..."

"...I was not prepared for you to go..."

"...never have I been so perplexed..."

"...like a clueless john wayne..."

"...loss of things you used to have..."

"...Above the vault of heaven there are also a great many giant cities of joy..."

"I ate a crab today..."

"...I harvest her memory every night in dreams..."

"...these are concerns that you do not take to a desert island..."

"...Lies have no layers..."

"...To you I'm a gamble/gambler who warms the dice..."

"...She was two and a half inches taller than I..."

"...I am raw and crude at the core..."

"...where the poor struggle to survive as the rich explore life..."

"...in the various safe and certain places free of sadness..."

"...These destructive pests have no shame..."

"...our eyes saw clearly their chips and cracks..."

"...Worshiped & scorned..."

"No one paints loneliness like he does..."

"...The music of the giant is the honey of soul..."

Listen...

"...that I might simply need..."

"...As the flames of the land 'revolution' were doused..."

"...your pre-conceived notions: For which you can never be wrong?..."

"...the storm of love suggests and hides its cheek..."

"...The earth of the mountains and the concrete of the urban jungles are full of truth..."

"...I will die from missing you..."

"she works in the fiction section downstairs..."

"...fascinated by the way it filters through his fingers, kisses the surface then sinks in slow motion..."