Now come the whispers bearing bouquets of moonbeams and sunlight tremblings.

While it is unlikely that poetry or art shall eliminate the reality of war in the twenty-first century, it is thrilling to know there remain individuals, and even entire communities, still willing to invest in art and poetry's own uniquely explosive contributions to the great, and small, dramas of human history.

Change is one of the scariest things in the world and yet it is also one of those variables of human existence that no one can avoid.

Millions of tears have fallen for black sons, brothers, lovers, and friends whose assailants took or maimed their lives and then simply went on their way.

Now come the whispers bearing bouquets of moonbeams and sunlight tremblings.

The job facing American voters… in the days and years to come is to determine which hearts, minds and souls command those qualities best suited to unify a country rather than further divide it, to heal the wounds of a nation as opposed to aggravate its injuries, and to secure for the next generation a legacy of choices based on informed awareness rather than one of reactions based on unknowing fear.

True lovers earn their genius in schools of blood, prophecy and dust.