Pack’s definition of madness… constantly being called crazy by crazy people, Blind by blind people, and deaf by people who can’t hear a word of reason… so what if I talk to myself in the mirror for an hour and hold deep intellectual conversations or laugh at the falling rain or nod my head in understanding when neighborhood dogs howl at passing ambulances! Lol… For real… so what!
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
