There are some names you hear and you never forget. Imamuli is one of those names for me. I never […]

I am too intense for my own good. I wrote this as the hurricane blew through my town. It wasn’t […]

My daughter sleeps like a butterfly. Her arms and legs are always yearning for the sky. My mother tells me […]

They told me to go east. I went and found the lions, Beautiful and brave, Hungry and greedy for my flesh. […]

I wish I could always write like this...sigh...Sadly my muse is as strong willed as I am... This one is for all my heroes. You make me better...