Poem 12.23.21 – Note to self

Note to self. Come back to that. What’s wrong?!?It’s the flawsIt’s all that, raw. It’s the craws attached,Not the open Paw. Note to self. Come back to that. What’s wrong?!?It’s the flawsIt’s all that, raw. It’s the craws attached,Not the openPaw. As I stare in your face Its clearly lies + Race. It’s on theContinue reading “Poem 12.23.21 – Note to self”

Meditation 8.29.21 – Good Boy/ Good Taste

Grandma says to this day, “you’re such a good boy,” and I’m inclined to believe her. In fact, it’s been an existential imperative that I explicitly hear these words and see myself. So much of my past used to taste freshly cooked in my mind; more of a gumbo than any fine dining, my memoriesContinue reading “Meditation 8.29.21 – Good Boy/ Good Taste”

Poem 8.28.21 – The Willing

My great untrainable will. I fear your intent. You flow like a river on high without sign of relent. My great unbending will. I fatigue as your vessel. You take, and scantly rent. Damn you, in body and mind we wrestle. My great inextinguishable will. I see your flame and ask,take me with you intoContinue reading “Poem 8.28.21 – The Willing”

Poem 8.28.21 – unbothered.

Much like lightning my spirit’slight streams across ours eyes brightest in the dark of night. The thunder of my voice crashes through your ears, in spite of your wishes for silence and still. Pride, mean more to me than your prowess, your lazy critique of the supernatural. For my excellence is akin to a secondContinue reading “Poem 8.28.21 – unbothered.”

Poem 8.22.21 – Webless Creatures

We aren’t time tethered creatures I’m convinced our natureis better bound to the frame of a spider weblessin the wind. Spinning and manifesting, unbothered with fact, math, and reality. We spin our web of desires sewing anchors, gripping space;the creases where hollow fictionsare merged into more!A sporadic spinster forming tendrils rapidly growing stronger than aContinue reading “Poem 8.22.21 – Webless Creatures”

Poem 8.11.21: souls

So much is said of hearts and minds, but what of a precocious Soul who has only known the spoils of division and conquest. What of a precocious Soul who in concert with a slow bending arch, took victory laps prior to reaching justice. Celebrating its pathStammering in and out of justice’scadence. What would youContinue reading “Poem 8.11.21: souls”

Meditation: We’re All Boatless in the Same Ocean

A Meditation on the Impact of Racial Isolation & Courageous Conversations Racism Racism or more specifically crying racism has never serve me. Like many reading this I’ve always felt this child like fear of loneliness and isolation anytime I’ve imagined speaking out about what I’ve experienced or witnessed. I’ve also lived those petrifying outcomes eachContinue reading “Meditation: We’re All Boatless in the Same Ocean”

Meditation: Where The Hood At?!?!

Why I feel most safe in “the hood”, and you could too! Recently I had the pleasure of connecting with old friends from Georgetown. Admitting I’ve a hard time bonding with my classmates post graduation. I had a hard time truly bonding while I was there. A sentiment not unique to me, but easily unpacked,Continue reading “Meditation: Where The Hood At?!?!”