A black love wishes for a smoky moonlight.
Hating the dawn becomes a wish for a moonlight...

I'm back--
in the womb...

Summer only comes
But once a year...

She doesn't scream--
But sings like angels...

It wasn't supposed to
Be like this...

I'm thankful for mashed potatoes and gravy,
for what it means to me...

A single,
solitary...

The affirmation,
Of the midnight hour...

Two girls--
One beautiful, smart, kind...

A fussy child
Struggles against...

I sing songs, with no sound.
I write poems, with no words...

The harmonious journey of a velvety butterfly in...
Imagining the immortal leisure of a bleary winter...