Art Hurts. Art Urges Voyages - And

What I'm Fighting For Now In My Work... For An Expression Relevant To All Manner Of Blacks, Poems I Could Take Into A Tavern, Into The Street, Into The Halls Of A Housing Project.

Life For My Child Is Simple, And Is Good.

I Am A Writer Perhaps Because I Am Not A Talker.

I Think It Must Be Lonely To Be God. Nobody Loves A Master. No.

The Poetry Is Myself.