The inequity of isms,will weather you…racism, sexism, ageism…this poetic dichotomy has been an odyssey sincepen was put to paper…in living rooms where my Pops proclaimed that I would need logicto deal with them…keep your nose in books,to procure wisdomas slugsagainst charlatans thatwould conspire –to do evil,by convincing meto inhabit the boxin the formof Black Boy,butContinue reading “The inequities of isms”
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The red door
“… ain’t you and them … “
Monsoons of living
Wisdom taken by the winds never to be gathered again. As monsoon bellowsthe worthy tumblein the gusts that evil portends. No consipracy is needed when interests converge. What have you heard? Repetition is keylike bird is word… watch me workwithout twerkingmy wobbly bitscheck the manuscripts. They told meto get over ituntil I began to useContinue reading “Monsoons of living”
The Lovely Trail
“… words for Auntie on her way home …”
The Washing Away
“… flowing like water on shores …”
In the tumult
“…bathing in sweeter melodies …”
Not a toy
“… I will not behave …”
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