The Key To All Strange Things Is

Yet Do I Marvel At This Curious Thing:/ To Make A Poet Black, And Bid Him Sing!

My Poetry Has Become The Way Of My Giving Out What Music Is Within Me.

The Truth Is... Everything Counts. Everything. Everything We Do And Everything We Say. Everything Helps Or Hurts; Everything Adds To Or Takes Away From Someone Else.

Africa? A Book One Thumbs Listlessly, Till Slumber Comes.

I Cut My Teeth As The Black Raccoon-- For Implements Of Battle.