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