Poems; some of them became songs, some stayed as poems -some are still in journals I must take a look at them sometime! some of them here…
All moments I wanted to be remembered.
Here are some poems on rotation, I’ll change them from time to time.
Click on the picture to read or listen to me reading it to you.
My God is black, my god is trans
Before The Bullets
We Will Remember
Friday Morning, By The River
So Around, for my Nana
There’s A Young Man Crying in the churchyard
White History Month