Some words have an allure of their own. Sometimes it’s the way a word sounds, like…
My tongue gets tied at thethought of trust and troubletumbling together in turmoil.
I’ve written about GodSpeed at length on this blog (see here, here, and here). So I’m…
Is it love?
Or is it real?
My melanin has hell in it,
I heard them say.
My music is pure foolishness;
they always pay.
An apparition from a past affair.
A fantasy of phantoms
