Often, spiraling signifies going down slow. Singing my baby done gone at a microphone wobbling in the middle of quicksand! All senses. All skin. Touch discerned only through pain receptors!…

History unfolds. Generations pass. The present infolds into evergreen ideologies draped in new vocabulary. I’m thinking of our culture’s obsession with whiteness – what Dr. Frances Cress Welsing and Neely…

Once, I envisioned the sweetest stairway to heaven in a slow drag – dancing close, in a mutual dip, breath steaming up the room, singing lyrics into her ear in…

In my early 20s, the Beach Boys turned me out! Me and my first love had gone to the Capital Center because we both dug Chicago, the opening act. We…

I speak in tongues. My pantomime speaks volumes. I dance with the many dimensions of meaning. With or without words, I’m a poet. I sing circle songs to the horizons…