Posted on May 19, 2020
When you kill Us,Our bodies rejoinMama Earth, blood-soakedand battle-worn. She ragesfor her lost children, lamentinghow We have returned to Her. When you kill Us,Our spirits become sparksIgniting against pavement,lighting Fires in the hearts ofall whose Power is forgedin the fallout ofcowardice on parade. When you kill Us,We turn out and turn up.As crows do when […]
Allow me to compose for You, for I called You a poem knowing that You in all You are are art. You are words dripping from my tongue, satiating A thirst for medium form, and style, Life. I called You, Poetry. You showed up late and underdressed, A sight to behold. All glory, In the sunlight.
Untitled Brains think and believe in electricity that sparks movement from limb to limb. And we continue in this way calling it synapse or science, Which is really just a more decorative description for that which we cannot understand. Psalm 104:27-30
A Dwelling Place I thought that I had found the place where you live, amongst the dewdrops in the morning. While combing through thick fog to find the tall rocks near the ocean. May that I rise to meet you. Lift me with the ocean spray, following the contours of your coastline with a photographic […]