Love Sonnet LXIX   Love isn’t always on time, sometimes it travels back country roads, avoiding ruts and detours, and often, gets lost on unmarked lanes of dead   ends. And then, then you come across an open field filled with Blue Bells and Poppies, swaying to African...

The world is anorphan's broken toy.Heart like a ferrel hog,untamed by cages andstarvation.The depth of misery andelation sink dripping teethinto ripe peaches.Come on in.Ignore the floating, bloatedbodies.There's a pool of Shalomsomewhere.We all want to be healed.

  We first met in the projects, no more than projects ourselvesBoth sets of parents mere teenagers, barely knowing themselvesEach feening for love, love that could and would come in many formsTo suffer in in silent despair was not outside...

  Hello Baby Girl, the name is MeWhy would you be all alone as anyone can seeSitting and sipping your drink with your head always downYou can't hear the music, your problems are drowning out the sound Do you want conversation...