by bZar | Jan 7, 2006 | Poetry
doe eyes widened bymy movement of the bedclothesanticipates food
by bZar | Dec 27, 2005 | Poetry
I had an interesting email conversation today with one of my friends about being of mixed parentage. She asked if I had ever experienced problems being accepted by other blacks. Of course that reminded me of one of my poems that was published back in the early 90s in...
by bZar | Dec 19, 2005 | Poetry
I’m cleaning out my office and came across this little story I wrote in 1993. The sun streamed through the waves in the large leaded glass window, warming the sill and spilling its light into the room. Arthur arched his back, extended his paws, and then leaped...
