A Love Supreme (w/ Excerpt from lyrics by Leon Thomas) In 1926 the cosmos concocted A cacophonic spark. When John William Coltrane made his mark, The air was dark and heavy To the point of choking. America’s broken prism of idealism Shone in racial schisms and tokenism. The depression loomed just out of reach, Would-be slaves, though free from chains, Were not free in speech. The black man could teach his children, Just not too much, and as long As... Read more