(Fall 2017) The year, thus far, has proven to be one of sweeping change and loss. May we be spared from the pending cold.
As 2015 heads towards a tumultuous end, New York City becomes a reflection pool for the wanderer.
(August, 2015) Took a return-trip to the Southern Tier of New York where I lived for over twenty-years. In the city of Binghamton, I began writing a series of pieces, inspired by local events and the literary mentoring of Carole Boyce Davies, Isidore Okpewho and Ruth Stone.
Spring arrived with some skepticism and intent. The buds fresh and new were scattered about bringing with them a sense of rebirth for some. In contrast, their presence made more lurid the trunks of fallen trees that will never witness the birth of another cycle again.