I don’t think anyone has one identity, especially when they’re alone. I cannot stand being one thing or being the same thing every day.

The masqueraders If you look close enough are hallways of walls between two worlds. And when we falter, they fall Not to the earth but on us They are the dictators.

Back to Sidi. I continue my reading or misreading of his poems. I am searching for that single line in “Gathering of Spirits” that would resonate and strike me as a thoughtful punctuation of our proselytism.

We have come home by Lenrie Peters remains my most fascinating poem. Every time I read this poem, I get fresh energy from it!