A Love Poem |
I am not sure if I dream of you I'm not even sure if I want to It was just yesterday morning that I last saw you back turned walking awayI cried ...
Posted by on Wed, 23 Apr 2008 07:56:00 GMT |
Guyana update/old news |
SO- This is definitely outdated but for those who I didn't send it to personally back in July when I wrote it- this is a little description of my early experience in Guyana. As some of you already kn...
Posted by on Thu, 08 Nov 2007 14:11:00 GMT |
morning after |
The morning-after hazy smoked filled dreamsI try to decipher& but understanding may not be productive in this case definitely time consuming and I'm afraid that their is not much of that lefthear tick...
Posted by on Thu, 03 May 2007 07:29:00 GMT |
Ramblings in the wake of he |
I search for words within someone-elses finding excuses amongst bleeding ink and light blue simple color shit and then I think stop and can't start again cause that woul...
Posted by on Tue, 01 May 2007 06:49:00 GMT |
in the springtime |
It is the springtimeAnd in the springtime of my voodoo I hear the hoodoo call of the morning dove and I know that this song is over but the repeat button keeps sticking. So april falls into may and m...
Posted by on Tue, 17 Apr 2007 03:17:00 GMT |
Today is a good day to die |
So, I'm reading the Buffalo News online, something I do sporadically from within my little nest in Ohio, when I come across the name. I am not completely shocked, this is the reason I read the paper i...
Posted by on Sun, 08 Apr 2007 10:16:00 GMT |
Bedtime Story |
Last night he walked into my room all he wanted was a bedtime storyHe..s seven years old I wish I had it that easybut neither faeries and queens nor love and happy endings are really my thingand how c...
Posted by on Tue, 31 Oct 2006 15:24:00 GMT |
Mother |
Mother is tired; resigned somewhere between that 9 to 5 and 6 to 2She got stuckworking overtimeNow she..s kneeling trying to find her son..s eyes somewhere between the lines of Solomon and John but n...
Posted by on Tue, 31 Oct 2006 06:52:00 GMT |
My Brother |
My brother doesn't have a face just another black body laying in an unmarked city gravehis story simple five lines name age weapon and place imply his race and the article is complete no s...
Posted by on Tue, 31 Oct 2006 06:51:00 GMT |
Baby Girl |
One of my best friends when I was about 8-11 years old (before she moved out the city) just sent me this piece I wrote back then. I'm kinda trippin over it cause the title of it is the same way I st...
Posted by on Wed, 27 Sep 2006 12:52:00 GMT |
