I write for myself A captive audience Quiet. Attentive. Nearly inaudible...
Your time will come, sweet thing So just ride it on...
Hearts grow fond of Each other’s company. It’s a wonder our...
Orange fingernails And Spanish legends Of human tails Lawless as we...
In the wake of angels I lie in wait My leopard...
He is a cottonwood of a man. Born again – as...
Another battle – For now I am victorious. The war rages...
Whatever comes to mind Be it rain Or fog Or sleep...
You come to me In the wake of my slumber You...
He’s black He is a man And he is black His...