With Hands//To Work|Poem
I see the works of artistsThe aftermath of deft hands getting to work I see the afterimage of the calculated strokesWhere effort and skill bear tangible and virtuous fruits I look to what they’ve done and see what I myself would also like to do To do something good with these hands of mine To […]
The Shoreline | Poem
Another home… Another seat of temporary comfort. Another place where the wounded nomad can rest before moving on. Because the nomad always moves on. This is because only through the pathless region can one meet the face of God. And when the nomad sees their reflection they’ll realize that the things that they sought were […]
The Fret, The Hurry, The Stir | Poem
What it means to become a someone In a place where there sits nothing I may never know What it means to be called somethingIn a world where names mean nothingI may never holdThat answer, no Like the endings of a barren pageSitting worn as if they’ve been read a thousand timesI start to fade They’re flowing out […]
Humanizing Ourselves | Self-worth
For Yourself This post is dedicated to those who struggle with self-worth. It is also for men who struggle with this and are never told or given the support to handle these issues. I really believe that mindset is counter to a cohesive society. A society made up of persons who lack the self-awareness to […]
Method to Fight Social Anxiety | Journal Entry
I debated posting this mostly from an anxious place. I feared that I’d be “good deed signaling” if that’s even a thing. I decided to post anyway because that is a dumb concern and when one person does a good action it usually motivates others to do something similar. Also, people who attempt to shame […]
The Mechanisms at Work | Human Narratives
Shifting Gears The murder of George Floyd has been pivoting point for many. I am included in that many. My thoughts have been focused on race, racism, gender discrimination, accountability, representation, political power, and media manipulation. I’ve been mulling over ideas from Noam Chomsky and Angela Davis in particular. Though I’m most definitely a-political in […]
Starving | Poem
TOLERANCE|INTOLERANCE Black soul Black faceBlack race Black mindBlack ideologyNo trace Cries from heaven so loud they can Deafen the pain of the politically oppressed Black eyesBlack handsBlack shapes Figures that contort and writheBodies that have been erased Non-consensual eliminationOf kids, woman, and man And the very same of those who the world fears to understand Who […]
Excuses, excuses (but I’m not sweating it)
I’ve been in transition to a new home and I’m still waiting on my laptop and things to arrive. As of now, that’s been my excuse for not posting anything for the past while, but I had good talks with good friends and have encountered some interesting thoughts from interesting people… So, the wheels are […]
Where the Heck Does Meaning Come From | Pt. 2
*Why is this post epically late, you ask? That is because of one thing: Military testing.* The second part of this topic stems from a few things: death, consciousness, responsibility, and some quality television programming. I’ve recently been binging the show called The Good Place. It’s about some people who die and go to the […]
Thus Spoke the Shape-Shifter | Poem
I. [Meaning]Thus spoke the man whose wilted words have shaped an age of truthThus spoke the man whose oldest thoughts have shifted my point of viewThus spoke the man who’s found a way to shatter what I think of you Thus spoke the man whose deft, old hands have whittled me down to boneThus spoke the […]
