Queen

for Miss Black Tulsa 2018   Born a lamb in the Year of the Dragon, destined to fly high yet raised a caged bird, singing songs in A minor,┬ápulled wagon for the dough, not for the ‘Gram, hummingbird eloquence, a … Continued

The What

What the horn blows resounds through my studio in the concrete jungle where pin oaks grow   What the bird sings resonates in my dreams at the break of dawn when in full swing   What the book dares me … Continued