Fenwick Island
I wish you were here,for you would understandhow the confident starscan move this nightto companionable pity,unwholesome as it is,how the imperishable seamasquerades its selfin a pattern of breakerstoo lengthy for...
Collections
My childhood collectionsstamps from every countryplaced neatly in a booktiny porcelain cats in a boxand stories about their livesthat made sense
Fifty years later, I...
Inner Compass
Golden shovel from David Whyte’s poem “Sweet Darkness”“…anyone or anything that does not bring you alive it too small for you.”
It could rain...
Nighttime on the cusp of madness
Nighttime ghosts cackle,eyes shut, painful gut,in a rut of another sleepless hour,no power to shutoff thoughts, delaysolutions, resolutions, absolutions,passing...
prelude: a small fire along the banks started withthe crumpled pages from the great americanpoetry 19th century anthologyesquire magazine coversplacemats from memorable restaurantsdiploma certificate...
I Want Better
I want better.
I find this double mindedness debilitatingAnd I am hating the outcomes that I see
I want to flee from realityBecause of...
Metamorphosis
No one asks the caterpillar.Survival has selected her destinylong before she swallowsher first lush, trembling leaf--sending her, impelling herto commit herselfwillingly,even eagerlyto the tiny...
These poems are published connected to the partnership between the Mid-Atlantic Review and Howard University and a recent event for the Howard community.
Wright is why I...
