We were from two sacred fraternities: Yellow Cab and Islam. He longed for a C-Melody sax. How sad—I still hear his voice.
I do not stand on the shoulders giants but instead I have been perched on the shoulders of regular Men and women. It would be unconscionable to Expect such ordinary people to bear my considerable ...
Cluttered desk; papers I’ll never read. My mind wanders The crisp autumn outside; the heart yearns for hope— My coffee has grown cold.
Sitting pensive under flickering green lights— Trying hard not to plan the future, The light seems white to the naked eye.
The world drowns as grown men play X-Box. Too occupied to occupy Wall Street; How dramatic was Monday’s Dancing with the Stars!
Sweat rolls down my head On this autumn day new If only there had Been time for it all. How much Does God love a butterfly
The following is an audio-video project I did for a sound engineering course at Temple, summer 2011. It’s a collection of recorded audio and video set to some of the poetry found here. Revolt Against ...
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