I got fed up with the world so I sold all my stuff, dumped my girl friend, and fled to the desert! When I finally got there, I got out of my car, stood next to it, and looked around. Then I said in absolute regretful frustration, as the sun beamed down on my sweating bald-head and an angry buzzard screamed way above me in a rapaciously hungry desperation,“ well…shit Pack, wtf?!…
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
