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The silver swan, who living had no note, When death approached unlocked her silent throat, Leaning her breast against the …

Between Clay and Star is the first major poetry translation book I have read and much to my surprise, it …

Like a peacock spreading its feathers, I span out my feelings. Like hands holding each other, I long for this …

Look at my glass house but don’t throw stones For sticks and stones may break my home. This fragile abode …

At a cross way with a cold chorus, Promise was left to be pious. On the right hand of promise …

What The Dead Know By Donte Collins (2017) lately, when asked how are you, i respond with a name no longer …

I looked into her eyes and smiled. But what could smiling prove. When I could see me in her eyes. …

You will hear thunder and remember me, And think she wanted storms. The rim Of the sky will be the …

Lost. In the deep sea of my own desire. In the fortitude of peace my soul longs to retire. Hope …

Dreams soar high on the mountain top. Holding onto hope so it never drops. Liberty flowing in harmony with the …

Heavy with child belly an arc of black moon I squat over dry plantain leaves and command the earth to …

A dream is a living legacy which cannot be killed by death. Transcends emancipation. It transcends liberty. In fact, it …