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
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the sky can hold me up, pt. 1
the sky can hold me up pull me like liquid life from holy sites next to you in bed rolling nights into dreams waking up by your side cloud eight high off your inseams’ insights into the beginning of life itself take me back show me the path from rivers to hips rain to ripples … Continue reading the sky can hold me up, pt. 1
the DC Youth Slam Team’s 2014 SEMI-FINALS SLAM
is on sunday, january 26th at 4pm at the smithsonian's national portrait gallery in downtown, dc. it's free and open to the public, so bring the whole crew to see dc's finest young poets performing their original spoken word poetry. SEMI-FINALS2014PDF the fb event is here https://www.facebook.com/events/631308690245016/ and you should be there. the dc youth slam … Continue reading the DC Youth Slam Team’s 2014 SEMI-FINALS SLAM
Electric Sunshine
Names? She goes by manyDo not try to label herShe gets out of all your boxesSmiling at your uneasinessInviting you to laugh at yourselfShe won’t do it alone, so you go with herBeautiful five foot something, dark curly hair, She can make prison walls show their dimplesStretching ocean waves flat across the face, a rocky shoreShe’ll … Continue reading Electric Sunshine
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
look away
a pause and a breath then nothing perhaps a stare unfocused unaware unwilling to go there ourselves we cannot even look the dead have names we read and remember we read and forget a pause here or there we pay our respect as though we recognize what we owe no service rendered save for the … Continue reading look away
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red leaves
brought on by bright orange and yellow golden sun burning turning seasons turning colors she gets dark crimson after blood red berry no fruit in her leaves except moods for my eyes a spectrum of surprise down the color wheel around rings on trees arms and branched fingers if only fall could linger longer but … Continue reading red leaves
singing the earth
tick tock it won't stop create recreate regenerate like a gecko's tail can't be lost in translation we all go from god to human and back again, speaking with borrowed and liquid tongues bringing back the myth of water the mystery of missing it only once it's gone cannot be found again, like giant squids … Continue reading singing the earth
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