Poetry, to me, is like fried chicken. It is deliciously crisp on the outside and moist and juicy on the inside. All that hot protein wrapped up in an incredible blend of spices, each cook adding their own blend to the mix. Bite in, enjoy and comment.
- Magic Hour
- What You Wish For
- Disclaimer
- 2:00 A.M.
- Perfume
- When You Are Not With Me
- Disambiguate
- 1001 Black Men
- Haiku*
- Molasses
- Jelly Jar
- Wounds
- Worth a Thousand Words
- Lions and Lambs
- Jesus Aint Say Nothin
- Family Album*
- Domestic Enemies
- On Being Black
- It’s Beyond Me
- After the Comma*
- Conversations Overdue*
- The Hitman in the Hallway
- A Meal Unfinished
- The Awkward Window
- We Don’t Want Zeppelins
- Black Like Me?
- Dance With Me
- Valentine
- 3:00 A.M.
- Truth, No Matter Who Tells it
- Jane Jazz
- Anthony – Cleopatra
- Vietnam Reblues
- What You Know ‘Bout That
- To a Lost Love
- Pretty Things
- My Father’s Hands
- Tea Cups
- The Art
- Sunday Run
- Natural Arc
- Me, the Snake Plant and the Fish
- Carpenter
- Handstands and Other Feats
- Late
- Remembered
- Desire
- I want to be a crayon today
- Black Is the Color Of My Life
- Across The Room
- 11 September
- Less Than A Butterfly
- 070177
- System Failure
- Insensitive Finger
- #38
- The New Black
- We Need Voices
- Finding My Own Ass
- How To Let Go
- N3 – Nation of Neo Neros
- AAmerican
- Tiny
- Current Obsessions
- Through the Trees
- Applause Wanting To Be Heard
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