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Home, Ghuey, Sweet Home

(A Prayer of Intercession--Brief Joy)

Upwards Into The Swirling Sea Of White.

Tuesday afternoon in the jewelry box

What If

Make (of) Me A Snow Angel

the slave is freed

So You Do (May 10, 2010 written for June 1987)

If This Is Any Art For Which You Care

All Beings Considered

A Little Bit of Harlem in Your Life

Max on the max

Not For The Bloom of Tears Cultivated These Last 100 Years

A Man Called Tsuris

For The Loss Of A Ghost Like You

Love A Cat

Fragile Shell Of Morning

I Long For Stars

I Feel Fine(r)

The Crow Is A Songbird

Sometimes Love Comes With Electricity

And With Words I Let Them Go

When He Returns From The Road

Flashes, Glimpses, Moments, Time

the brand of disappointment

Boy Restored

Please Don't Bring Me Flowers

No Woman's Friend


Sometimes I Hear Him

the life and times of Medusa

why not ask the cat?

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The Un-Promised Land

don't know
how I don't know
so hard to be
looking around me so
people are not
not people
just shells
their outsides
their tough exteriors
mostly frail covering
to cover themselves
how we pull apart
how we keep apart
in the big ocean of
sea of humanity
where is the human-ness
in this mess
of unreality
a man with no teeth
where teeth should be
a woman so cold
layered up in sweaters in 90 degrees
a child in dirtied clothes
living on the streets
open sores on his legs
miles on his feet
don't know
how I don't know
why this has got to be
don't know
who would believe this so
if it will ever end
in our country
if this was their God's kingdom come
what's in store for me
is this what they imagined
their young life could turn out to be
I don't know
how I don't know
what its like to be so,
to be so invisible

directly to the page
impressions from riding the MAX
on the poorer forgotten side of town

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