When the hazy purple dusk turns black The shape of dunes on the horizon Melts away into the Milky Way Which stares at us with ancient...

Their voices and spirits Colored the world vivid I felt the breeze dancing in my face The way it did on warm spring nights With the...

I met two strangers in Harlem on a summers day in the vivid street and on the train because my heart was open They tell their stories if...

In the enchanted expanse of the great Kalahari Where the red sands and clay beds transported me to Mars Where the stars bloomed like...

Out of kitchen foil and boards he built the throne of God Not one but many thrones Until he could fill a whole room with thrones and...