Without music, life is a journey through a desert.

My father wouldn't let me take typing in childhood.

When mom and dad went to war the only prisoners they took were the children

My wound is geography. It is also my anchorage, my port of call.

Once you have traveled, the voyage never ends, but is played out over and over again in the quietest chambers. The mind can never break off from the journey.

I was born and raised on a Carolina sea island and I carried the sunshine of the low-country, inked in dark gold, on my back and shoulders.

Evil would always come to me disguised in systems and dignified by law.