March 24, 2017

Your father left me 
for dead with soiled 
               pampers and 
               a scorching 
               Lavender Blue
larynx on his 1960s Green...

March 10, 2017

I.
Fluttery opalescent moth wings

orbit my Light. Strong North Dakota

winds remind me to stay humbled.

Jolted awake,

Silence––

The stillness of Joy

Absence of incarnation

Cessation of all desires

awaits remembrance.

Although my eyes saw
the first sunrise, my heart

remembers the...

February 22, 2017

Behind iron oxidized bars

Behind shackles smeared with blood,

My Warrior/ Queen Protea

gets ready to burn from the ashes

soar high above a man-made cell

breaking toxic bonds

for this ain’t no symbiotic relationship

between a host cell and her bacteria,

This is a struggle.

A dai...

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