
Love is a daily Commitment!

My new poem…
“Tears on the Moon”
Drops of tender tears,
fall silently on staring nights.
Bed sheets hold
the weight of unforgettable tears,
each one a whisper of you.
Memories that once were near
have become the enemy of the heart.
Familial places
turn into sites of alienation.
Even the smiles of joy
transform into moments of sadness,
haunting the quiet spaces
where I once felt your presence.
Yet silence seals my lips,
and words die
in the shadow of longing,
unspoken,
carried only by the tears
of the night
that fall on the moon.
I long to speak to you,
to feel your presence near,
to look at you,
but silence blocks my words
My heart lost its way.
I dream of you,
and woke up empty.
Loliness walks beside me now,
the night reminds me of pain & tears:
faithful,
uninvited,
my only companion.
But it is you I wait for.

Poetry reading # 7 from “Poems of the Heart”
I share with you two poems: “Before You Come,” and “Seven Ways I Lost You”



Most of us do not know how to live. Untrained in the art of the good life, we move forward by learning how to endure the circumstances that shape and constrain us.



The co-edited books that I have written: Part 2



At an academic conference at the University of Texas at Dallas!
Year: 2010
In my presentation, I discussed the concept of Négritude in the poetry of Léopold Sedar Senghor.

Reading List for 2026

For the new year, I am going to keep my reading list reasonable. My intention is to read the following 15 books for the year; however, based on past experience, I don’t usually succeed in reading all the books in my reading list. Hey, we have to start somewhere. Don’t you agree?
What books are you reading for the new year?

Poetry Reading #4, from “Poems of the Heart”


Happy New Year, Friends🎆🎊🎈 !

“The Year” by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
What can be said in New Year rhymes,
That’s not been said a thousand times?
The new years come, the old years go,
We know we dream, we dream we know.
We rise up laughing with the light,
We lie down weeping with the night.
We hug the world until it stings,
We curse it then and sigh for wings.
We live, we love, we woo, we wed,
We wreathe our prides, we sheet our dead.
We laugh, we weep, we hope, we fear,
And that’s the burden of a year.
From “A Poem for Every Winter Day”