Raised under the same roof we each earned our names, though I have always called him brother. Children of the sun, sprung from what cultured raised, carved bold under the gold pip of Africa's scepter. The fiery flesh of that mighty watcher colored us with grace, showered our shoulder with the warmth needed to see … Continue reading I Call Him Brother
It's a soft cloud that settles after so much rain, after the tumultuous applause of tongues simmers away to allow a mist to claim the room. It's a safe place sometimes, it saves our grace when there is chaos and there are too many decibels to deal with, held softly it grants a respite from … Continue reading Silence
The completion of Writing 201 was never to be the end of my poetic education. There will never be enough to learn, I wanted more. There is a wide range of tools that can claim my personal poetic arsenal as home, and I welcome them willingly, Its an incredible exercise in growth.. I made … Continue reading Why I love Ellaine!!