Ifa yesterday, Ifa today, Ifa tomorrow

My fingers won't move My mind has Run out of ink Each scrap of paper Disintegrates in my hands Soggy and wet Today I am ...

The afternoon light fills the room with Warmth on this cold fall day Jazz Melts my brain like Fondue on crunchy bread Dripping my ...

I am angry I am incredibly angry I am unclear why I am unclear at whom Yet still I am angry This anger lives with me Like ...

It's official. My book of contemplation on Odu Ifa is available. To purchase, please go to blurb with the link below. This Poem Called...

We all have days where No cave is deep enough No crowd is large enough No forest is remote enough To hide us from the world Let alone oursel...

These are brutal times These are terrifying times These are times like no other Scream the oppressed from the minarets of their mind Only to...

Sometimes our choices Weigh upon our hearts Like a dense fog Settling on a desolate midnight road Usually there's nothing to do but Marc...