Seven poems for November
Dear friends: we weren’t able to breakaway for the Sunday meeting – these fourteen lines will fill our seats, we hope, and share the space. Did y’all…
A poet named Nikki Giovanni came to Greensboro back in the 70’s and read for a small group of students. Somehow or other I found myself in the mix. Can…
I love November! I love November! It's not because of football. It's not because I came to my senses and switched to cross-country my sophomore year…
Pt. 1 People wear masks To hide or to accentuate Their true identity. It’s all Greek drama - A sad mask projects a frown, A happy mask smiles. That’s…
Give me your address. I want to send you a book of Haiku you'll love. Don't be a dummy. Things happen for a reason - you'll figure it out. Through…
I noticed - when I read - the time seems not enough. But when just listening - the last half hour seems to last forever. I'd like to see my own self…
Happy 13th birthday, Jahari!
It was a double whammy. There is the old foreign service adage that one always remembers one's first overseas posting. But then there was the local…
Poem from my morning walkListen now (1 min) |
Garden video shots A garden shot.My place of mediation and communion with Mother Earth.There is no racial profiling in the garden,no victim hood and no…
Reimagining James Weldon Johnson's "God's Trombones" with images by Aaron Douglas that accompany the original Johnson sermons