Sing the unprincipled hymns
of democracy, that absent parent.
Love at first is not the person. Love is not an end but a process.
Read MoreLeaving the waters of the worried. The firmament to bring light, to plough the earth and perish
Read Morea human act of becoming, a condition flowed from moment and the soup of letters to the blissful trinity for love of my confessors.
Read MorePicture of a black boy drowning
on the seat cushion, Latin prayers
for deliverance, revival.