For Billie Holiday

For Billie Holiday

To those who know. You know. God. Bless. You. And to Billie Holiday. And to me. And to my people. To the American Black. …She would close the evening with the song; the waiters would stop service when she began; and the room would be in total darkness except for...
Post-crash Burning (From February 2015)

Post-crash Burning (From February 2015)

Can’t Or Shouldn’t Keep or share this chapter Ashes can draw the fiery wings Dampened Or More perhaps Bread with faulty yeast Supposed to be rising But it isn’t as fast as it “should” be Release Or Forgive the self For things outside of...
Seeing in the Dark

Seeing in the Dark

This grassy blackness feels fibrous under the fingers. It reaks of old things, but now the perspective sees fertile soil. I wish and wonder while my fingers wander into this ground. This is a draft. I am a first round. Maybe a second or even a third. Who knows? But...
A Little Quantum Time

A Little Quantum Time

Quickening hope and joy But nostalgia hugs and holds on A beautiful time to look Back Forward At your feet At your path quickening hope and joy Stones of remembrance weigh on the heart As the battle rages on the field And new life prepares in the womb Legacy looms...
Burning Stones

Burning Stones

There will always be fires And There will be stones Consider: Sometimes it burns only on the surface heat and hurt but nothing lasting foolish almost to give too much weight to that pain so gone so yesterday so eons ago as you build or are built And sometimes it melts...