Her lids hung low on her eyes as her head vibrated gently on the windowsill of the bus gray steel bringing us home from other lives she shared with me grafting me onto her past family, friends, lost acquaintances reintroduced to her through me old moments and broken friendships I dovetail into now giving them […]
Category: On Writing
Language
hair like graphite drawn out into scribbled lines of words dedicated to long forgotten gods a child’s handwriting jumbled together like discarded phrases strewn across the floor only to be reassembled into poetry her hair is like language […]
Three Poems
#1 In the blue darkness she kisses me her hair is everywhere like arms embracing me as she kisses me again like dew on my skin in the cold morning air she kisses me and her lips have the scent of newness of spring on the wind #2 ice between each word of affection and […]
Sweetness
Sweetness, good day. imprisoned by your sickness. Heal and escape. I implore you. My love, go Indulge in confections For lying ill Shall pallid make you And so thin and without Roundness you become. I pray for you And your health. My sweetness. – based on A Une Damoyselle Malade by Clement Marot This, an […]
A Professor of This Lyrical Thang
“I take the purest strain of this slang and inject it into your veins/ Did your heart stop man?” – Big Boi, In Da Wind […]
We Don’t Need Matching Pajamas
She snored. I watched her take the night in slowly and let it out in a grunt, curled up tight against the outside. Her stomach empty this evening, unfulfilled by the books and words and learning she hungered for. She craved thought more than air, and in the company of most men, she damn near […]
Falun Dafa is Good
the futility of my resistance to the current state of affairs was making itself aware to me more and more with each newborn minute that this bloody meeting dragged on. I continuously fail to see why I must need be included in every discussion that is even tangentially related to that damned website, and why […]
Jim
My great-great-grandmother, Mamie, lived up until my senior year of high school. For the length of the time we shared the earth, she lived in a house down on 21 with a man I have always known only as “Jim”, who I always assumed to be my great uncle. Mamie died in 1995, and following […]
Mastercharge…Bankamericard
Bank of America is the worst damn corporate entity in the free world. Yes, worse than Verizon. More evil than Disney. Also, slightly not as good as the Tic Tock liquor store in Hyattsville. SHARPIES™ Sharpies™ are my favorite markers Brown and blue and red and darker They really are the best of pens Thick […]
Shit Occurs When I Shift My Words
Gather round, all my children, and I will share with you these too-oft taught lessons of life, love and loss. So have I learned…Keep your heart to yourself, guard it against all new would-be conquerors. Protected from the barbarians at the gates, you will come to no harm. Open these city walls to the invaders, […]
For Sha
I think if patient I could be a silent mouse a quiet tree if I could firm my mouth and shut oh how happy we could be but I cannot my innermost still marshals on to fight the war within and out my solemn pump resists the day the changing of the tides the timid […]
Of Life Through My Scripture
I was very intent on writing something else here; but venus overruled vulcan, and venus victrix decided it best to wait it out a few more hours, hear an explanation, and see where it goes from there. better to be mature than hasty. better to be deliberate than childish. or so one would like to […]
Sisyphean Soliloquy
…so I betrayed myself. I should have held out for longer, but could not. Weak-willed bastard that I was, my need to be near her superceded my desire for growth.with hair askew wild-eyed star children two more alike than not sad eyes and soft kisses soft skin and saddened heart weak-willed with strong souls depth […]
1st-4-Life and LDP
Distance equals space. As God requires space, God creates it. As children of God, we do the same, creating our space or our distance as required, either tangibly, in terms of feet or miles, or intangibly, in terms of aloofness and silence. This is our connection to the heavens, not a book, not words, not […]
Malcolm X & Hors D’oeurves
Professor is workin’ it today. He has talked now for 15 straight minutes, and I think I have written down a total of 7 words. He just said he is going to work on our syllabus today. Yes, you are correct, sir, it is 3 weeks into the semester. Nice to see him taking interest […]