The exuberance of your youth Clings to your every move, The giggles you freely share Defeats the silence in the air. One look at your budding form Tells the world a woman is born. Woman or child, the choice you face, Will you grow or go out and play. In your heart neither choice is…

Do you remember the first time we spent together naked – Touching with electric fingertips and our lips, in places that only lovers can explore. Together secret and silent, away from prying eyes and listening ears. Where moments melted into hours, Where hurried lust gave way to love, Where words not spoken were already heard….

So, you have come back. Has it been twenty years? You look as if it has been forty. Gray hair ragged and tattered, so thin I can see your skull; Wasn’t it once blonde and beautiful? Yes, I have a picture here, it is now as wrinkled as you. Time has not been kind, my…

Lonliness… I know about this. About being trapped inside of my spinning mind. Afraid to get out, afraid to speak out. I ran back in because of the pain. I’m afraid to open the door, to let anyone in. Being alone in here really sucks! Alone with the thousand voices of my mind, alone with…

The news you’re gonna see when you view the evening T.V., The news you’re gonna read in the only rag in this town, is spoon fed pablum for the masses. And if you don’t choke while it’s going down you deserve to sit there on your ass, you deserve what you’ve been passed as reality…

Waxen flame feeding on itself, Destroying the source of its life. Casting small shadows on the shelf, Burning itself out through the night. How am I different from that flame? Consuming everything in reach. Flickering flame and I: the same. I watch, and let the flame teach. © All Rights Reserved This is a companion…

It’s a broken off piece of wing on the ground before me. It won’t fly or ever grow back. It reminds me that I’m sad. Grounded as I am in life, a prisoner of my reality, I cannot fly, I can not fly, to escape my tragedy. Blue sky, green blooms abound, Colors of warmth…

There is blood on the sidewalk. There, just outside the door. Blood, red, a pool that is still moist and it spreads – dripping over the curb. This is not metaphoric blood – the blood of a nation or of a cause. It is not the blood of innocent babies plucked from the safety of…

A young black girl dressed all in black, shimmering like the ebon sea at midnight. A short black dress barely covers her, temptatious charcoal thighs. She sits — the ebon sea parts revealing a shore of roses, petals spread and glistening of midnight dew. The flowers call to me, urging me to come…. closer, closer….

inner lights flash their wretched sign, it is closing time. outside lights blast my pinhole eyes, police driving by – tell me to keep moving. my head is not still, it is my feet that are numb, arrest my feet! feel me, beat me, kick me, lock me up. you have failed mother fucker to…