If silence was once golden  It's worth much more today There's very few amongst us That don't have lots to say   Airwaves filled with verbiage  the truth they don't convey that silence offers wisdom which their noise can't take away   Loud mouths keep on shouting their voices rise...

I have no name—at least not yet,But Mama knows I am “go,” “ready,” “set.”I’m stripes and wiggles, hooves and squeals,Still learning how to trust my heels. I zig, I zag, I loop, I dash,I chase the wind, then trip and...

O ink of womb-warm earth,rising from the calabash of origin,swirling through baobab root from griot tongue—you are not written,you are remembered. Praise the red soil that stains the feet of wanderers,the black rock that keeps the forgotten path,the wind that...