January 2010
3 posts
We write because we believe the human spirit cannot be tamed and should not be...
– Nikki Giovanni
Poetry is the possibility of language.
– Eddie Cole - “Love Jones”
Night Moods
It’s quiet. No, it’s silent. It’s still like the moments between a heartbeat when the pulse ceases to exist. It is so silent that the night shivers in nervousness. A soundless environmental evaluation where the moon wears light as a mask of peace. Silently I hear the movement of your breath. Like when you inhale the potential of lips pressed together and exhale the...