To me it’s crazy how I can blaze with poetic conversation for hours, incessantly pouring out the passion of the insanity of my ways of reasoning and perception, seemingly without pause, while u just stay quiet and respectfully watch me with a humorous light in ur eyes and a faint smirk on ur face… and after I’ve exhausted all the energy of my dark spiritual fury, by way of all my hard-earned prison-house book education, u just get up and say, “ ok, ok, I hear u now calm down jeez…dang this guy, always so serious.”…. it’s at those times I know that yeah, I may be nuts… but that I’m also loved…

Published by Pack Redfeather

I am a walking contradiction of traditions some say. An African American and Native American Muslim poet with a personal life history as violently turbulent as a Storm. A visionary from the bottom of life’s social barrel striving to share the hope found in the light of faith through sometimes dark but real poetry. I’m a former member of the Bloods street gang, former serial bank robber, and both federal/state prison convict. I live on my mother’s tribal reservation of the Leech Lake band of Ojibwe in Minnesota.

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