Friday, November 28, 2014. Nicholson, and I am a black poet. I will not sit by silently while black people are being murdered. And I have a right to be angry. html? I Am Tired of Mourning Our Dead.

Badge of Havoc and NaPo 2013. Plaster, chill, rattle, drum, recede, scry,. Thread, web, know, sin, cry, creek. Bickering, asleep, floor, hear, breath, soft,. Cord, frayed, signal, bed, awake, separate,. Back then, just the sound. Of your voice was enough.

Meandering homeward, finding without looking. Two goodbyes and two hellos. On September 18, after a sudden but thankfully short illness, we had to say goodbye to Hank. And a week later, on the 26th it was clear that Maggie was ready to move on too. It was especially sweet how over their last months they became again as cuddly and snuggly with each other as they had been right at the start. On November 19, visiting the Family Dogs New Life.

Thursday, December 31, 2009. On the Eve of a New Heart. Brighten my cold cavern, every crevice. With your distant atomic flash. Melt away the frozen particles. Of stubborn animosity, cowardice, fear. Belshazzar sits at the side,. Knees now knocking one against the other. As he witnesses the foreboding script. His fate is the fate of Herod. And countless other would-be dictators,. Once confident in their cruel reign. Over the enslaved souls of men. Come to me and burn deep inside. Let the revolution start! .

This representative work of fiction was inspired by a One Single Impression. The no longer being able.

My Heros have Always Been Women.