Ok, no poem of the week. Sorry. I'm into some heavy reading and thinking, so hopefully, my young ones. Soon. Very soon.
But, some archives:
One Day We Shall All Be Free. One of my first spoken words. And the first of its type to be performed.
Constructs. Ahh, for b-ball and bbq.
Phoenix. A little more typical one.
Mom I Need My Two Dollars! Speaks for itself, don't it?
Where We May Find the Space of Doubt was accidentally the beginning of Poetry Week.
More posts later. Keep warm. You are loved.