Poetry
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You Can’t Leave…
You can’t leave me not now not ever not while my kiss is in your bloodstream and not when your tongue has danced on the insides of my mouth not when your teeth have carved “I luv u’s” on my heart like hieroglyphic images to remember when were far apart from each other like long… Continue reading
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Guest Feature – Exerpt from Ntozake Shange
i can’t hear anythin but maddening screams & the soft strains of death & you promised me you promised me… somebody/anybody sing a black girl’s song bring her out to know herself to know you but sing her rhythms carin/struggle/hard times sing her song of life she’s been dead so long closed in silence so… Continue reading
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Spoken Words for Silent Wars
I speak for the people in places where hope hangs its strings in the crack filled streets of Harlem where iron style floors and bronze heavens are polluted with “I told you so’s” morgues loitered with toy soldiers who died believing defending a street corner was keeping it real Continue reading
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Poetry’s Sorrow
Poetry’s a soldier a collection of Spoken Words in Silent Wars rarely do you see it pull back retreat it is no coward it’s weapons are raw yet healing but there is pain hidden behind the curve of personifications, alliterations and similes there is sorrow if poetry has one weakness it is this: that most… Continue reading
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Language of the Broken Hearted
Felt it was my job to hold every heart in my hands like responsibilities so I cradled you…. until our tears became waves of passion too deep to carry in a bowl so they filled up our futures like child play did we let deception play its numbers on our skin? did we let it… Continue reading
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When Death Gives Birth to Humility
Have you ever felt guilty trying to console someone who has lost a loved one even though it’s not your fault? Like, why do we say we’re sorry in the first place? What have we ourselves done? We apologize because we’re sorry for their sadness, and also because somehow, their loss has humbled us: “It… Continue reading
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Let’s Make Music
I wanna make music tonight I wanna sing for you Don’t ask me to metaphor into bunny rabbits cause I ain’t up here to do tricks for you I am up here to sing for you I am here to make music to make melody you ask me why I don’t show my face why… Continue reading
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