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THE WORK OF OUR DR. GARETH!
Have not heard from him...
Dr. Gareth-You are/were dearly loved by TI!
The Dark Matriarch
Cimmerian of hue
Corporeal yet incorporeal
In glorious mansions infinite
Bedecked in swirling melismas
Of kaleidoscopic brilliance
And in deep dark wells
Whence none may find egress.
Thank you for extending the comment period to November 4. Yoursensitivity to all areas under examination is much appreciated. I applaud the State of Vermont for producing an Energy Plan. SueMinter, deputy secretary of the VT Agency of…Continue
SLEEPIt is time to sleep.Rest my weary body.To calm my soul and spirit.Arms around you holding you tight.My head rests apon your chest, listening to your heart beating.Feeling your body stir.A smile apon your face.Your eyes bright, but sleepy.A…Continue
The Hour WithinIn the midnight hour,with an evil grin you shine.Darkness surrounds you, but you glow with a fire,that brings me closer and closer to your soul.But sending me to heaven is your last request.Fear of Lose, Fear of GainAnne…Continue
Sad and TiredI am so tired of explaining who I am to people...Why should I?I love who I am and those who know me except that I am who I am.I am a Gothic, Grey, Eclectic,Herbal, Witch, My way...Should there be a special way to be who you…Continue
Tracing the poetic work of this crucial cultural and artistic movement.We younger Negro artists who create now intend to express our individual dark-skinned selves without fear or shame. If white people are pleased we are glad. If they are not, it…Continue
The New American Prototype The phrase “kinds of Americans” directly addresses the American character because our very diversity defines us. The Puritan settler, the African slave, the Diaspora Jew, the Irish, Italian, Asian, Hispanic –…Continue
Summer says goodbye with a breathOf brilliant blessing breezesGo forth, my good ones, and I shall see you In the season’s changeFall, she leaves, forlorn and torn betweenWanting to stay but having nothing left to giveGo forth, my good ones, and I…Continue