in a small space

in a small space on the carpet on the floor I sit cross leggged and open myself to a living spirit where I find me i don’t find freedom in a small physical space, i simply make home. New York City became my freedom when i escaped the Baltimore world of white/black-only and exotic and…

south jersey

granny’s smile she puts on when she decides to live she will have to decide again in the next moment. pops’ crazed thirst for life and the things he loves – going on all night about karate kicks and cutting through paper with razor-sharp japanese knives. swinging them around and making us pay attention train…

a vision

there’s a buzz, the people are talking. the waves are beginning to break the dam the gatekeepers are moved. there is lava dripping, searing itself into rock and the power of someone’s words equally match the power of someone’s voice (because both came from some mysterious place, unnamed – some mysterious place greater than both…

how dare we

I feel a cry for life in the space between people In subway stations and on the street the silence that separates us we have sacrificed our eager wonder for some illusion of protection, but what happens when communities don’t talk how safe is this, really? as systems supposedly setup to satisfy needs now dictate…

miracles

In the face of suffering, Miracles of love Miracles of self love And in the space between our faces And the realities that connect our dreams In your fullness and glory And when I can only reach the corners Of your mouth or the Edge of your garment, Your heart speaks louder Than any story….

bronx

They won’t travel to see you your walking dead disheveled man begging for change outside the corner bakery beady eyed boys on marble stoops hiss at girls to punctuate the time and more men congregate in barbershops eyeing girls from barbershop chairs They won’t travel to walk on your sidewalks. We call that section the…

short

pulling teeth pulling arms slapping faces let him go the tired script let him free love her still her definitions and trappings neon sneakers you stretched the room horizontally, vertically lit the place orange

speeding off

we move in tandem we breathed and “our throats caught fire.” we named and it became real. we spoke things into their bodies and molded their contours with our hands. your hands are callused and mine tremble but these are the tools we’ve got. and when the sun sets we calm our breathlessness ease the throbbing between…

she

she trembles black eyes scared of what’s soft, of allowing what is good. her world moves quickly is sarcastic and everything is lame. she has no patience for idiots. she has puffy lips and tiny curls. she holds her knees, covers her mouth with her hands when crying — scars testify against any professional projections….

waiting

wave in, wave out he said the full moon was still hanging up high as the sun was rising, can the sky hold both? and paint splotches slide over city-sponsored walls supposedly belonging to some tired organization. it is a truth universally acknowledged that a person in possession of anything must be in want of more. a person in possession of…

no reason to sleep

how much intention how many victories how many bodies how many decisions how many times of saying yes, of saying I will where have I turned my eyes for a final destination and what is the image I’ll continue to hold who drew it who painted sculpted it annointed? If I were to dive would…