She Heats Our Hearth      We are at “Where Ya At Pizzeria” where New Orleans sophistication turns countrified. Rowena says, “Folks, I’m exhausted and need my rest. John, I have something to talk to you about. Let’s go home.”      ...

untimely division haunts my visionsecreted with pain I'm hiddenthe world doesn't touch in my kingdoma beautiful culture rich with historyis demonkind halted understanding they are lovelywe forget or don't understandthey are loyal and have valortheir image is tarnishedmarred by...

Sundial across water to the dark hills seeking solace in solstice rhymes and sunken Heavens beneath my feet   Hope slowly swims as dementia moving softly upstream promenade lights enfold into lighthouse wombs, not everything born has to shine   Dark clouds hang as an executioner's smile across harbour...