Everywhere we shine death and life burn into something new.
Beneath the armor of skin/and/bone/and/mind most of our colors are amazingly the same.
Where humanity sowed faith, hope, and unity, joy’s garden blossomed.
With my ninth mind I resurrect my first and dance slow to the music of my soul made new.
Writing for me is a form of spiritual discipline and creative vision, a means of being in the world and giving one's love to it without compromise or dilution.
In the days when hyenas of hate suckle the babes of men, and jackals of hypocrisy pimp their mothers’ broken hearts, may children not look to demons of ignorance for hope.