sonia sanchez is sweet, to always hide rainbows in every song.

Daredevil birds ascend cyclone winds, ecstatic in their play. We huddle in houses; make ourselves smaller, and wish ourselves away.

Toilet. 5:25 AM What is it people do at this hour. As nature calls for me. For my body. To do. What bodies natural do. I began to wonder. What do other people do? What are you dreaming? Is it of me?

I stare this hour silenced pillowed breaths muffled then, gasps of horror, a murder a dream

Let us drink to these final hours!  Let us empty our pens! The ink has gone into the wine, the wine has flowed like ink, let us soak the papers in the flood!   This is the way the gods want to be celebrated!  Let…

An all-nighter by myself in a house I’ve lived in for eight years. I’ve paced, tossed and turned, but never stayed up all night. The windows are open to let in the cool summer night air and the birds awaken early in anticipation of sunrise….

If I were to draw you a line in the sand where would the stakes lie and where would you stand? Would you walk with your people in the light of the sun or hide until nightfall, take cover, and run?   Would you blanch…

Thank you, Paulo Coelho In a world of corrupted humanity and desertion Where love was merely a claimed assertion Mr. Coelho you taught me, ‘Consider the likelihood of your glee And darling you’re free’ Your words remain an inspiration Sometimes scaring, sometimes an aspiration Each…

The central point Is where you’re aiming forth Because you know it’s exactly Where it all starts over again When all others have given up On their dreams and Are searching for the treasure In all the wrong places   The central point holds all…

There must be something in the books, he wrote. In his books, there was hope. Optimism planted in a dystopia that grew in a reader’s heart and showed how it is really darkest before dawn. The world was bankrupted of ten million fine sentences the…