EASTER SUNDAY on Oakwood Avenue always provided a wonderful opportunity to dress anew, in the name of Jesus. As a child, we stayed up late night Saturday preparing our clothes. Getting our hair pressed. Picking the greens for Sunday dinner. Reciting our Easter speeches until we gained overwhelming approval from Granny. We knew when that streetlight shine radiated from her wide grin that we had mastered her rote technique.
eye rip raps; on same microphones poetry.
eye balance formality with artistic integrity.
eye close deals, book shows, then pen prose.
eye cook meals before heading to post bills .
eye read to the youth; record to the beat.
eye flow, consult, lecture, teach & speak.
eye blog & tweet; send messages to senders.
eye fool to the internet; slave to lender.
eye write for the love.
eye fight for the write.
eye am a writer.