the wounds of a walk foot man iii …
Kwame Dawes
It was Christmastime, …
In every crowd, there is the one …
I cannot speak the languages …
Not so much the missing of things …
the wounds of a walk foot man ii …
To be introduced as a mountain of gray-blue beauty …
I am a tornado child. …
You got that clean waistcoat, …
It was the prophets and the seers, they were the ones …