Our lives have filled up with technology. But we still need the sun, and my Sun Boxes are collaborating with the planet and it’s relation to the sun.

collard greens: a broken sestinahauntology in black america ...

To My Entangled Quark Shall we sit a moment To sip our jasmine tea and enjoy Being in the same room At the same table with its flowered tablecloth? Sun...

Modern Prometheus  “I doubted at first whether I should attempt the creation of a being like myself, or one of simpler organization; but my imagination...

The poems in this post are part of a special section, curated by Ori Z Soltes and Robert Bettmann, The Jewish Experience. Amazon is sold...

"The recurring images that I have for this new piece have been relating to how I grew up, and fundamental mid-life questions of love, identity, and home."

These poems are published here connected to the partnership between the Mid-Atlantic Review and Howard University and a recent event for the Howard community. Where I’m From The...

I walked today in Wilmington. No Biden sightings, but I had a most perfect look at a Cooper's hawk --the best of all my years of...

Unlike a writer - who works alone until ‘ready’ for the editor - choreographers most frequently do not choreograph without another body, a human subject. Ideas are being observed and evaluated by your dancers, in front of your own public as it were, even as they are being created.