My girl is going to write the world (and me) back to divine... |
My girl Caitlin (who is going to Ghana with a posse of other disgustingly talented writers) wrote this poem for me. It was the bringing of tears and smiles. I wanted to share- mostly as a means of cou... Posted by on Fri, 13 Jun 2008 14:44:00 GMT |
Incantation for Bush’s "Victorious" African Tour |
Let me suggest we not make promises we cannot keep Let us find a midnight to crawl full bellied into Create Makeshift forevers amid emptied chest cavitiesFill ourselves to nausea with butterscotch sen... Posted by on Sat, 23 Feb 2008 08:06:00 GMT |
The newness of midnight |
It will always be remembered as the time of Pray FlagsDangling like past ripened fruitLimp from the sunlight Pierced by the time Pray Flags Masquerading as kites Drawn tight to mark the openings of wi... Posted by on Wed, 30 Jan 2008 22:39:00 GMT |
Something about the rain...or reasons why my summer kicks your summers ass |
It was all bitter and coarse at first. Crowds of strangers with vaguely familiar faces and a heat that swelters thoughts until they fall over themselves and resign to the inability to gather. It was m... Posted by on Mon, 18 Jun 2007 00:59:00 GMT |
A dirge before its time |
I imagine the last breath always comes
Like this
A negligent flicker of lids
A fluttering of heartbeats
A melody lost to its own reframe
The end
Will be more of a surprise then a prophecy
... Posted by on Thu, 17 May 2007 06:25:00 GMT |
Can't Sleep- how bout a myspace posting? |
The anger comes here last
Mornings teach us
When you roll regret on your tongue long enough
It will begin to taste bitter
The dreams you stay off with the nightmares
Ware on spirits fatigued f... Posted by on Thu, 15 Mar 2007 02:29:00 GMT |
We are the ones we have been waiting for... |
It was fashion show madness at Columbia University last night- the last in a series of overpriced, under planned Black History Month Festivities. I have spent the entirety of the month condemning the ... Posted by on Mon, 26 Feb 2007 10:47:00 GMT |
V-Day sounds like D-day... |
It is a wieght he brings
Carries it across lacerated backs
a surrender
An acknowledgment
That he believed in us
Only in darkness
He is all
now
Breaths
Steady and fast
&... Posted by on Tue, 13 Feb 2007 17:07:00 GMT |
George White - December 1901 |
The sadest day
In history
Will only be remembered by those of us
Who refuse
To forget
A lone black man
Stands
Tongue like molasses
Dreams stale
From the beating
Memories
etched raw on thro... Posted by on Wed, 07 Feb 2007 11:33:00 GMT |
Walking in circles... |
It is finals at Columbia University (which at the moment defines my universe- to the extent that when voices beyond these gates beckon me something below my heart and above my gut moves with complete ... Posted by on Thu, 14 Dec 2006 06:35:00 GMT |