Extreme Dreams

The moon comes apart at the seams

in my dreams.

I cry lemonade tears,

and laugh until my ears


It makes no sense

that ants are immense.

I sing a song of beautiful chords,

but don’t know the words.

The stars are low to the ground.

My voice makes no sound.

I awake and frown,

as I try to write down

my mind’s eye message, so dark,

but I only get a question mark.

No use trying to crack the code

of the honey-covered path I strode,

while curiously gazing up at an orange sky,

while pelted with rain that’s dry.

Or why I’m no longer sad,

as butterflies in plaid

by me flutter.

Why is there butter

in its name? Or why a pink giraffe came

to tell me news

with eyes of two different blues.

So confusing. So amusing.

But still, I eagerly await what film my subconscious will play,

furtively, behind the back of day.


I’m pleased to announce the release of my 8th book, Skoll’s Diary.

Africans and African Americans left Earth in 1900, and went to another planet in The Milky Way to escape mistreatment…

It’s now the year 3005 on that terraformed planet. We get a peek into the life of a bright and sensitive teenaged boy, Skoll, through his journal. He loves his world, but is curious about life on Earth. Then suddenly, an epic event casts him in the middle of a difficult decision.  The fate of the planet’s community is in his hands.

Get the book here. I’d appreciate your leaving a review if you read it. Thanks in advance!

Afro-Sean-Commission-Final copy

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