The Shoreline | Poem

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

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 […]

Starving | Poem

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 […]

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 […]

Toil [In Segments] | Poem

Segment 1:What I find, in my heart, to be the rawest of experiences is that of toiling. The post-toil respite is a gift that tempers the heart of humanity and allows us to see what is real and let all that is petty to fall by the wayside. Though the vast infinite of all that is […]

On the Turning Away | Poem

I.There’s something in the mellow that clouds my better judgement There’s something in the mellow that slows my inner workings  The cogs just aren’t oiled enough I think I’m working well enough But time comes down to performance And I can’t perform II.OhThinking about all the artists I wish I could be like…I think of […]

The Silent Cartographer | Poem

Don’t you know that you were there, holding the camera that took the picture, that captured the moment, that halted time?Don’t you know that is was you who captured the artist?It was you who stopped the earth’s movement.It was you who stilled the pond.You slowed the sway the of the sweeping leaves on the silent […]