Hope drowned in shadows emerges fiercely splendid–– boldly angelic.

Christmas When Music Almost Killed the World

The more sincere the soul, the heavier the cross endured.

Love taught me to die with dignity that I might come forth anew in splendor. Born once of flesh, then again of fire, I was reborn a third time to the sound of my name humming haikus in heaven’s mouth.

Poetry and art nourish the soul of the world with the flavor-filled substances of beauty, wisdom and truth.

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.

A poet is a verb that blossoms light in gardens of dawn, or sometimes midnight.