Poem 12.19.20: Soft Heart

What’s this? In still mist I thought I buried you! Clinched fist. I knew, without rue! Salted lash. Eye on the moor Shovel, sh-sh-sh Anchoring mi amor Soil crash, sh-sh Noise, masking your allure. I felt helpless Kin to all it was selfish Sin to all It’s true! I have been very ill You knew,Continue reading “Poem 12.19.20: Soft Heart”

Poem: Fool of Self-Love

What is self-love for a black man? For a Black Man, a Black Man like me. My body knows a healing dance, full of Love, and Of its own cultivation. My belly starved only in self-sacrifice. For a compassionate Instrument— An instrument like me, Requires space to be Filled. My tongue rest. And plays. EitherContinue reading “Poem: Fool of Self-Love”

Poem 12.9.20: Seasoned Black

I’ve done it. I’m officially an adult. That’s right folks, I am the dog that caught the car; watch as I lose myself to the unfamiliar feeling of getting exactly what I’ve worked toward. Don’t take my word for it, this certification came from above me. Through disciple and a lot of burns, I’ve masteredContinue reading “Poem 12.9.20: Seasoned Black”