“Erotic love, traditionally, has been described as shared sexual attraction.”

First steps are always the hardest but until they are taken the notion of progress remains only a notion and not an achievement.

Mainstream medias representation, or its guerrilla decontextualization, of black mens lives in particular can set the stage for erroneous assumptions capable of damaging an individual or a nation.

What hell condemned, let heaven now heal.

Human beings, in a sense, may be thought of as multidimensional creatures composed of such poetic considerations as the individual need for self-realization, subdued passions for overwhelming beauty,

That we all encounter during some unavoidable point of our existence into a sustainable life-affirming poetics of passionate creativity, empowered spiritual vision, and inspired commitment.

Terrorism, and political chaos that have characterized the beginning of the 21st Century.

Even when muddy your wings sparkle bright wonders that heal broken worlds.

Souls reconstructed with faith transform agony into peace.

The best of humanity’s recorded history is a creative balance between horrors endured and victories achieved, and so it was during the Harlem Renaissance.

Learning to cultivate an awareness of the known and unknown within one’s being often leads to a healthier and more realistic sense of self.

The fact that an African American sits in the White House at the helm of government in the United States of America on this 150th anniversary of Abraham Lincoln’s

Looking at certain illuminated corners of or cracks within the mirror, the author can see fragments of an objective reality that comprise the physical universe, social communities, political dynamics,

Nation-building is never a ‘done deal’ confined to history already established.

In the days when hyenas of hate suckle the babes of men, and jackals of hypocrisy pimp their mothers’ broken hearts, may children not look to demons of ignorance for hope.

At one end of the continuum known as history are first-time events that have generated notable measures of public recognition due to either a positive or negative impact.

A river is nearly the ultimate symbol for the very essence of change itself. It flows unceasingly from one point of being to another

I said, ‘Well hopefully you could just call me Aimee. But if you have to describe it, I’m a bilateral below-the-knee amputee.’

Truthfully, the only real and consistent disability I’ve had to confront is the world ever thinking that I could be described by those definitions.

The feeling that was born that night, how could i describe it?Words like love or lust just don’t seem right.

When someone with the authority of a teacher, say, describes the world and you are not in it, there is a moment of psychic disequilibrium, as if you looked into a mirror and saw nothing. Yet you know you exist and others like you, that this is a game with mirrors.

I am the androgyne, I am the living mind you fail to describe in your dead language the lost noun, the verb surviving only in the infinitive the letters of my name are written under the lids of the newborn child

On every shelf, we see ourselves, experience our collective conscious, describe our dreams and our great longing for times that have passed.

They do not begin to describe me. They do not begin to express what is inside of me.

When we define ourselves by what we can recognize, by what we can comprehend- rather than, say, by what we can describe