Each of us is tied, in some fashion, to the past. We are all part of a continuum.

When I think of the Harlem Renaissance, I think of bright colors, and bold, dynamic art. African American artists of the period were, in large measure, breaking out of the constrictions white society had set for them. They were claiming and remaking their own images, and doing so in bold and striking ways.

There's something about a blank page that makes me tingle.

I am particularly conscious of my connection to the poets of the Harlem Renaissance because I, too, am a Black poet, born into, and shaped by, the very community in which those poets of the past produced so much of the work we associate with the Harlem Renaissance. We speak from the same place, both literally and metaphorically.

Something about your life always makes its way into your stories. Thats just the nature of the beast.

Each of us is tied, in some fashion, to the past. We are all part of a continuum.