I note the obvious differences in the human family. Some of us are serious, some thrive on comedy. Some declare their lives are lived

A free bird leaps on the back of the wind and floats downstream till the current ends and dips his wing

The highway is full of big cars going nowhere fast And folks is smoking anything that… Some people wrap their lies around… And you sit wondering

Beloved, In what other lives or lands Have I known your lips Your Hands Your Laughter brave

Give me your hand Make room for me to lead and follow you beyond this rage of poetry.

When you come to me, unbidden, Beckoning me To long-ago rooms, Where memories lie. Offering me, as to a child, an att…

The sun has come. The mist has gone. We see in the distance... our long way home. I was always yours to have.

I keep on dying again. Veins collapse, opening like the Small fists of sleeping Children. Memory of old tombs,

There is no warning rattle at the… nor heavy feet to stomp the foyer… Safe in the dark prison, I know t… light slides over the fingered work of a toothless

You may write me down in history With your bitter, twisted lies, You may trod me in the very dirt But still, like dust, I’ll rise. Does my sassiness upset you?

A last love, proper in conclusion, should snip the wings forbidding further flight. But I, now,

She came home running back to the mothering blackness deep in the smothering blackness white tears icicle gold plains of… She came home running

We, this people, on a small and lo… Traveling through casual space Past aloof stars, across the way o… To a destination where all signs t… It is possible and imperative that…