Quincy JONES Dad /HOOSIER apartments /across the street from the gallery /1992
MR Shade lives across the street /in Federal Housing/T.V.'S line the crib. Cold cash under the bed/Shade is careful/packs a piece/ dances and sings /plays the invisible sax /he come from the Bronx /makes me wanna cry.
poeting for 32yrs; started in Atl. and now I LOOK TO COMMUNICATE ABOUT ART ; FIND THE RHYME IN THE HEART; FIND the HEART IN THE RHYME;Ilove my grandchilren and children .. there are 22 , of us all together ;one on the way ..yeah,I want people,more than anything, to comment on my blogs;they are rough ,yes, but kernals of poems/please take the time to offer me some critique in the form of a few words;I will always react.