new poem, untitled

after writing my life i edit my atmosphere rearrange reality and her spaces to save words to harness the power of breath to remove unneeded pieces a curator of live audio visual life decor i cut entire sections months and years as stanzas simply deleted like old acquaintances shoes with irreparable holes underwear elastic worn … Continue reading new poem, untitled

RE/MEMBER YOUR DESCENDANTS

2018 XABISO VILI – RE/MEMBER YOUR DESCENDANTS RE/MEMBER YOUR DESCENDANTS DC TOUR 2018 XABISO VILI #AZANIATODC 4/18 feature performance @ Busboys and Poets 5th & K Open Mic 8:45pm – 11:00pm $5 Details on event page. 4/19 presentation and performance @ Hillyer Art Space Culture Blast 7:00pm – 9:00pm $Free Details on event page. Hillyer Art Space, International Arts … Continue reading RE/MEMBER YOUR DESCENDANTS

What Do You See? Questions from Trayvon Martin to his killer

  What do you see when you look at me?You don’t look me in the eyes So what is it you’re looking for? Am I the kid who beat up your brother in middle school?Am I the one who stole his bike and you couldn’t do anything about it?Do you see vengeance in me?A chance to … Continue reading What Do You See? Questions from Trayvon Martin to his killer

braided and baked

braided and baked like challah my identity is constantly turning and being read like torah different interpretations of the same living thing and idea an artifact we can study it is my breath on the bar'chu calling me up to be my tongue on tekiah waking up those who sleep i speak my purpose i … Continue reading braided and baked

why you should wait

i know you wanna go coz all day you gotta wait gotta wait  for the train and then wait at the gate wait for the show and wait to have fun and then wait until you can go wait for a bus wait to use cuss words when it's okay wait to play major leagues … Continue reading why you should wait

a poet speaks

for a symphony of sad a poet speaks regrets and repeats life like a cypher a poet speaks we'd like to like her you'd like to light her see reality's thunderclap just behind your eyes the moment her lightening strikes your skies a poet speaks to the hidden and hiding the forbidden and the biding … Continue reading a poet speaks

1.11.11 nikki giovanni looks me in the eyes

front row packed house blizzard brewing i sat enraptured captured not by the poetry but the presence of a legend looking me square in the eyes to make sense of the life encapsulated in her words opinions and wise words of advice analysis from a respected elder an aunt that will always give it to … Continue reading 1.11.11 nikki giovanni looks me in the eyes