What Shall I Give My Children? Who

Even If You Are Not Ready For Day It Cannot Always Be Night.

Writing Is A Delicious Agony.

We Are Each Other's Harvest; We Are Each Other's Business; We Are Each Other's Magnitude And Bond.

I Like The Concentration, The Crush; I Like Working With Language, As Others Like Working With Clay, Or Notes.

What I'm Fighting For Now In My Work... For An Expression Relevant To All Manner Of Blacks, Poems I Could Take Into A Tavern, Into The Street, Into The Halls Of A Housing Project.