They come and go… friends, enemies, lovers Etc… so many different faces and names I’ve known in my 41 yrs of life, I find no point or meaning anymore in keeping pictures or tabs on any of them. Really, I don’t. They’re only ghosts now haunting the graveyard of my yesterdays… yeah, Oh U dead ones who no longer matter, keep rattling those chains and saying boo…do it till u turn blue, I’ve got better things to do than listen to u… so shoe!….lol like that? Me too!… Pack Ru!

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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