Valley Society – Black Writers of the Pioneer Valley
To love is to let yourself see another As to let love in, is to be seen Love is light and the dawn of self Deeper and deeper, up from dreams.
When you look at me somewhere the sky is split with fire and thunder crosses oceans. I stand before you shivering from the storm that knows no shore.
The Rooster crows at the Moon pouring light down the mountain into fog and over frosted fields made luminous touching shadows spun behind trees and between barns, bushes, and bramble. But I am blind to all of it laying in the lap of night breathing low and slow in stillness as soft as silt. Caught in inner constellations of tangled gravities where space and time change hands spiraling gently falling inward until ignition luminous annihilation.
Valley Society – Black Writers of the Pioneer Valley