Poet, novelist, bad guitarist, book lover,
Son of the Age of Aquarius, defender of the wild.
dangles dripping
from the dark tree limb.
How did the fruit
steal the moon
and hold its shadow hostage?
Biting into its pulp,
liquid erupts on lips—
then nothing
An empty soul.
dangles dripping
from the dark tree limb.
How did the fruit
steal the moon
and hold its shadow hostage?
Biting into its pulp,
liquid erupts on lips—
then nothing
An empty soul.
I sprung back to life,
often I’d got things wrong,
now I can set them right.
I sprung back to life,
often I’d got things wrong,
now I can set them right.
I have witnessed my students—
beautiful brown-skinned people—
come to school every day,
wanting to learn and to eat healthy food,
cursing the inequity and the unjust.
I will not submit to injustice.
I will teach, and I will love.
And I will always love my wife
I have witnessed my students—
beautiful brown-skinned people—
come to school every day,
wanting to learn and to eat healthy food,
cursing the inequity and the unjust.
I will not submit to injustice.
I will teach, and I will love.
And I will always love my wife