Hatred Is The Ballast Of The Rock

If I'm Here, I'll Be Trying To Be A Better Human Being, A Better Writer, A Better Friend And A Better Beloved.

The Breezes Of The West African Night Were Intimate And Shy, Licking The Hair, Sweeping Through Cotton Dresses With Unseemly Intimacy, Then Disappearing Into The Utter Blackness.

Y’all Dropped The Ball And You Should Be Shamed.

Love Is Many Things. It Is Varied. One Thing Love Is Not, Is Unsure.

We Grow Despite The Horror That We Feed Upon Our Own Tomorrow. We Grow.