White Silence #whiteviolence (a poem)

I was at the [too docile] march on Washington today (which, as a 25-year-old in twenty-first century America, theory says shouldn’t have been necessary for the reasons it is – but that will be another story). Many thoughts running over my mind, including the question by some. You probably have asked it yourself. This is…

tan lines in December

Just sharing a little bit of the inspiration I found on the beach in the DR this weekend. Tan lines in December: Sunrise in my drink, the Silver platter spread before me With a sprinkling of nameless silhouettes dotting the reality Of how tangible all we’ve ever needed Has always been. The hustle of the…

the art of lynching

Many thoughts culminating in my mind in response to the disappointment of the grand jury reaffirming our institutionalized flaws and the recent death of Tamir Rice, the dragged out review of incidents surrounding John Crawford’s wrongful public murder, and the social media response. Perhaps it’s a narrow view to have, but to be white in…

At the Table with Uncle Ben and Aunt Jemima

(This isn’t poetry, but it’s my blog) I like to eat well, and, by my definition, that includes using as little processed and prepared food on my plates as possible. Of course, I frequently break rules when I’ve got other interests going on and lately, I’ve had quite a few beautiful “distractions” that leave me…