To Reggiori’s romance and my remembrance

Well, well, well. I wound up back at my alma mater a little sooner than I expected. That, however, is what happens when one stands at the intersection of multiple minorities, so last weekend I went back for Pride.

Yes, I know, normally it’s observed in June.  However, when a school year ends in May and the majority of the LGBT population consists of students, the celebration is moved up for a college town. I was, in a word, amazed. Rainbow flags were everywhere, on campus and all over town. The Pride parade through downtown was well attended and supported, as was a picnic in the park following it and other festivities. In spite of the slightly brisk temperatures, the atmosphere was filled with positivity and love.

As one of the very few, openly gay Black students when I first stepped on the campus back in the day, my presence lent seasoning and extra color to the occasion. In a way, I felt like visiting royalty and a link to history, since the Stonewall riots took place a mere year before I started college. Current students, of course, had lots of questions about my experiences back then and my business as an author now. Somewhere along the line, I became the role model I wished my 18-year-old self had had, and that has been a humbling experience.

Though I normally review works by amazing romance authors, today I’m here to share my thoughts on a poet from South Africa, M.S. Reggiori, and his collection of poetry, Into the Hush of the Quiet Winds. I love his gift of spoken word, and his poems, from haiku to free verse, resonate in the mind and heart. What seriously pulls at my heartstrings are his love poems. If you are a diehard romantic, this is the ticket! These are the kind of poems that have you looking at your significant other and thinking, “Why can’t you write something like this?” His love interest is female, yet the theme is universal. I, as a member of the LGBT community, have no problems doing some mental pronoun changes when necessary. By all means, this gifted poet is waiting for you to enter his world at your local Amazon/Barnes and Noble library.

In keeping with my theme of remembrance, readers, I will also share a little of my own poetry from “back in the day”:



“The line dance is on!”

Shevar calls out

our favorite portion

of Soul Train

where we play

“Count the Children”





in their Blackness

in their gayness

cool pastime

in the TV desert

of Saturday morning


Picked me up

scattered me

like diamond stars

across the sky

of an awesome August night



Moist lips

bore promise


always and forever


Thank you


for a heart

that kept

that promise








version of


college days

with my van



nonexistent support systems

the darker you are

harder to come out


And yet I did


to make

a difference

and command




teenager living

the age of Aquarius

hot fun in the



Life impacted by



Huey Newton

Viet Nam


Unaware of event

halfway across the country

altering my

life’s course


The voice of



Wishing you an excellent day. Believe in dreams and never give up.









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