For Stella L. Vaughan, my grandmother
Early August sunrise like the beauty I remember
staring through the soul of her eyes –
as another anniversary of her...
If we could not feel what we see then we would not hear what is heard.
We are the sensitive animal that roams in the open fields of negativity and vulgarity. ...
I used to look out fingerprinted stained windows
when I was younger; staring off into curious tomorrows
full of questions and sometimes tears
filled with sorrow. ...
In 1969 a united voice stood tall; it was a voice
that fought back against oppression and a voice that vibrated
within the echoes still heard today against
the...
…and I didn’t belong there,
but for that moment, I wasn’t supposed to be anywhere else. We didn’t have much in common except we were men, unattached...
Thoughts From A Patio At The End Of July
I wonder where I would be in life – if I chose a different road.
If I challenged fate I wonder where the paths
of...
The sun shines in a mist of steady heat
down upon the heartbeat
of sleeping city streets.
Soon, the traffic will rise — tempered
as it grows in size
steadily...
Spring sings through the microphone of melancholy skies
as I take a sip of a delicate breeze
through bohemian eyes.
I am a wanderer with a mind
rapidly in bloom...
after all the thinking over the years, I just can’t stop wiping
the sweat that steadily flows from my mind. On a day like today thoughts become like
a humidity...
Thwarted tears puddled underneath the promises
left behind in a young boy’s heart; abandoned love –
the foundation of trust torn apart
and he said he would...
