My writing is a lens into the possibilities of the American experience.
Writing is my refuge. It's where I go. It's where I find that integrity I have.
Black life is ambiguous, and a kaleidoscope of meanings, rich, multi-sided . . . we have frozen our vision in figures that caricature, at best the complexity of our lives and leave the real artistic chore of interpretation unfinished.
I found my way to make my peace with the recent past by turning it into WORD.
All art points to others with whom the writer argues about what is . . . He must have models with which to agree . . . or outright oppose . . . for Nature seems to remain silence.
