Poetry Blog

I had the honor to speak with Coach Dee during a one-on-one session. During the session, there was one piece of insight shared that I...

I grew up off 97 QMG (97.1) In the cut of the city (The Lost North) Called Greensboro, NC We rode home (I love you momma) Late night...

Imagine being as clear as water Yet still holding elements of its own entity You can’t puncture water for it floods I dived head first in...