A Bad Idea By a Sailor Who Would Rather Forget Then Remember

In the time before steamships,

Some years ago – never mind how long

I had nothing particular to ....


On Route

Deep breathes slowing

Engulfed in the feeling of peace I ride these winding roads ....


Star Light

I was sent back to Africa, old gods want to give me a gift, immortality. They didn’t use words to speak, but the wind and what

sounded like the crack of thunder.

Two black mountains came out of me .....