The Word that moved and shaped all of history That Word that hovered over the deep filling the earth’s void and mystery The heel that bruises the serpent’s head The cry that calls the prostitute out of her worn-out bed Touched the blind to see the path that freedom led Demanded that we would see with our hearts and not with our heads
You can wear loss like a jewel let it glimmer in your eyes till they water up.
from its dust my ancestors rose From its form my breast is mounded. I love this land
my mother is proud I have scrubbed her pans I have tended her flowers i have sat and listened Io her stern warnings concerning the spreading of my legs my mother is proud you can read it in her smile... Continue Reading →
His head has a coconut feel Lying by his side I wonder If it is filled with coconut milk Or the common grey matter. Its high or its low Love is a feeling that is never constant And when he... Continue Reading →