[tabby title="Poem"] Thieves have broken into the house that Freedom bled for None but ourselves can free our mines Preachers have stolen the sacred shrine that Poets led from None but our pens can free our lines From mediocrity and...

[tabby title="Poem"] every night she came to face it there would be no turning back whoever would placate it would soon deface it the iconic image of a Madonna who is black [tabby title="Poet Bio"]Poet, Essayist, Activist [tabbyending]  

A Poem A Day writing prompt - Sanctuary [tabby title="Poem"] We stood up to them They did not move We insisted that this is our haven After the fires, the blood and the rewriting of our history They did not...

let me take a sip drink just a little enough to quench this something caught in my throat just a little taste to parch this dry patch soothe this aching scratch with that nectar but there is nothing no roses...

[tabs tab1="Poem" tab3="Poet Bio"] How can Love be dead? And how do we go on Keeping alive This half life In which we thrive On borrowed time Still haunted by these pale specters In this dry white season Defying nature’s...