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A Song of August Wilson or The Lion’s Roar, Parts 1, 2 and 3.

There is no return from this baptism by Wilson. Nothing will ever be the same again. I have been caught by the piper. I follow the roar of the lion.
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A writer writes. 2

I thank the ancestors, my parents, my children, the spirits that walk with me for the gifts given. I remember. I am here. I am not done. I remain a willing vessel. I plan to run on until my day is done and when I get to my maker may she say, ‘Well done.” Continue reading

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Dirt – From That New Millennium Dime

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The Lower Bottom Playaz; Full Metal

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June 2011, & X @ 67

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Unwritten (From the collection INK)

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INK

. it don’t signify

like blue black wrinkled old men

in stingy brims

teeth clenching 5 dollar cigars

breath smelling of gin and knowing

from a distance

whose eyes grin

as they eloquently explode

divine curses

like corks from aged wine

you gotta shake ya head

so it don’t hit ya Continue reading

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A Poem for This Day — (General Poetics 2011)

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Light–A 2011 New Year’s Wish

Advertisements the better to see my dears open doors and third eye windows clean closets and soul remove spider webs from heads and hearts unwrap fears and fly (From Allegories of Altars, We Inhale Press, 2008)

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That New Millennium Dime, Dreams, Installment 18

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