My wedding ring… I wonder where that ring is now?… Once, a symbol of a kept promise of my fidelity and honor… Now, probably just an annoying reflected light in the eye of some driver headed down highway two as it lies half hidden in the dust off the roadside… Yeah…life, love, and promises… How I do try…
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. View more posts
