As his shoe left the sill of his window, I was stories and stories below speaking with another man about the glory of God and the savagery of his rival, The devil; about life and death; and about 50,000 other unending religious topics I had thoughts on in a mood of pure spiritual fervor with the passion of a newly believing convert, I stood and talked, forgetting all about this place we call the real world. Before I heard the loud pop of what I thought was a car tire exploding; and before I looked over to see a man around 20 feet away lying on the ground unmoving with his limbs all twisted at impossible angles; before I heard the screams and saw the panic of all those others who witnessed what I did; I had this thought… We live in a beautiful world..

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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