the shape of your face
reminds me of a perfect
mold of clay

pressed against my fingers
but it...

to a great poetic griot
who's presence was felt
who's pressence is missed
a teacher who taught...

tore out pages I didn't want to read let the ink dry didn't want it to bleed gave it everything I...

before the line could ever run before the square was planned a single dot of hidden fire lay slee...

before the word before breath is lent before the straight and narrow line became the opposite of...

In the calm of night.

Words live, thoughts grow, life goes on.

A bright summers day.

smokeout in the backyard
grandpa burns the ribs again

someone said orange juice
someone ...

You don't need to know how to tell time

but you need to know how to read the sign on the clock

If I had to tell the world
goodbye today

and I didn't have anything
to say

would you ...

We need to make sure we are taking care of business. We can moving forwards and backwards but we ...