From Beginning to end...Our time is of all seasons until the last leaf falls and we begin again!
Last will Fall, the Leaf
Winter colds a dormant soul, the seed When Death becomes still life Reach out Spring's shaded front, the branch Immersing Bud Unfolding birth Dependent one upon each other, the tree Bends beneath Winds of breathless Summer Faithful roots flowers seasoned fruit tears that reap Last will Fall,
The songs and art in this book are about our collective emergence after the pandemic and trauma of the last few years - comprised of 5 collections: World as Refuge, Where We Live, In Our Hands, Rhythms of Change and What We See & Sow.
“The woman or man who is a poet, or fiction writer, or playwright, or all of these, is engaged constantly in a jazz ballet of vocabularies, passions, genders, histories, perspectives, death, love, and life. The music of revelation announces itself to
(Self-published. Please contact author directly to order.)
Enter the pages of diaspora in quiet introspection. Bathe your thoughts with subtle humor; synchronize your spirit-sense with history-in-heat; fall headlong with eyes wide open into
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CJ