ever figure out; I think of Serenity Davis. It’s at those moments, when I recall her vivid memory, kindred voice, and warm soul; that I envision her spirit smiling at me from locations unknown. I remember the plans we never fulfilled, the experiences we never shared, and the words I wished to exchange. But more dominantly, I remember a beautiful soul inside a tortured temple that, at the greatest height of conflict, took time out to love me. It’s at those moments I look up to the elements of the sky and I sincerely say, “thank you.”
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Yusuf Blanton was raised in Old Saybrook, Connecticut - a small, beach town suburb forty five minutes from Hartford, and ninety minutes from the creative mecca of New York City. It was there he developed an early love for creative expression; first through the tortured prose of writers like Henry Miller, Jack Kerouac, and Kurt Vonnegut; and later through the conscious lyrics of reggae music.
Yusuf currently lives in a small suburb in Virginia and is working on more novellas and musical collaborations.