Spoken Word

In the gray canyon of our governmentcubicles, where routine entombs lesser spirits,Fareed lights a sparkler of […]

chicken, chicken! let’s go chicken every time i eat it, the damn plot thickens i write

standing stout vaguely aware of fading allotted time when instead of churning out children she’s commanding

When Love Walked In love walked in with his sleeves rolled up and the sun shining

Nine Months Worth Of Poetry your father holds me in his arms like a flower he

This Is For You You came to me in the warmth of summer  I was afforded