I’ve always written poems and lyrics as spells and intentions, weaving or unweaving. In recent years I have attempted to craft and workshop these more, though I’m still rarely satisfied with the results.
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Cringe, everyday I do
Did you figure out why they told you to stay away? That riff on evolution and revolution and a mean plate of food had them swarming the lab back in the day. I volunteered for reeducation, rightly so. I was misinformed and mistaken. Did they say I was crazy, did they say I’ve hurt many? …
Weaponized Cries
This is not for Tyre, George, or Breonna, this is for you and me. Children of much lesser gods than those of the people who once were held as slaves. Let’s call us non-Black, for that get’s closer to to the fact; no one is white. It is unnerving as it should be. Utterly debilitating …
I am a Dancehall at Dawn
My ego dances between a desire to be known, to be a part of something, an overarching distaste and mistrust of my own kind, and a fear of being seen. Sometimes it is a sloppy and frustrated tango, other times a sad, precise waltz. My mind is a dance hall, emotions on the tables. There …
Thee Dream, Thee Record, Thee Moon
Had thee dream last night. The one about making thee record. The one that I used to have all the time. The full moon dream sessions, lost hot wax traveling through time space, her face. The desire to see and be seen. Reoccurring drama, doubled up pain. I should have never asked her to sing, …
Ode to the Bassheads
One of my favorite things about living in the city are the sounds; the rhythms. The way in which patterns weave together only to fall apart again. The bassheads booming, rolling up and down the street, while we’re porch sitting with the kids on a Saturday night. Summer. The crackled call and response between the …