Back Home & Tea Another night at home, bright, passionate, lunar light spraying at the world beyond 144th St. screaming, “GO! GO! GO!” I think that was God sending angelic encouragement and I, I reject…
Xenotaph’s Letter To Epistolary Stop trying to sever “pomp” from “psychopomp”, Little Legba– Cut your tongue loose and flood your mouth with nightengales make peace with your angles: It’s not about what silverback skriker…
I was a Navajo A million years ago I herded sheep And got little sleep I knew the name of each member of the starry host I was a Navajo And walked Mother Earth…