A Collection of Poems

In the darkest of nights, A rainbow emerges, Arching across the sky, A symbol of hope.

Every day I employ the dialect of mad cyclones. I speak the lunacy of contrary winds. Every evening I use the patois of furious rains. I say...

My heart trembles in the shadows like a face reflected in troubled water.

                                for a city whose wound is mine the streets are nameless because of traveling crime a tower of  flames at its...

It’s the long road to Guinea death takes you down. Here are the boughs, the trees, the forest. Listen to the sound of the wind in its long h...

This savage wish on certain days To mingle blows and blood With love's motions,

jazz is underwater vodou atlantis mute aborted ultrasound fetal fish in flood  

I love skin cracked skin stretch-marked skin

          Every day I use the dialect of lunatic hurricanes. I speak the madness of clashing winds.

High-yellow of my heart, with breasts like tangerines, you taste better to me than eggplant stuffed with crab,