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Dangerous Truth

Before they put him to rest they sang songs that called him nice. And celebrated him with accolades. He was always diplomatic, sweet, careful. words weighed to balance equations as he spoke. Angling pictures perfectly on the wall. But even colorful, … Continue reading

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Black Crime festered hoods, drug overlords, poverty punished ghettos, HIV/AIDS ravaged cadavers, down-low deceivers, violent thug gangs , misogynistic populism,  health disparities run amok,  fissuring educational gaps, skyrocketing unemployment. When that loud group of boys got on the bus how I recoiled in judgement. … Continue reading

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Bach Chaconne

To these ears and heart this is a haunting rendition of a sublime piece of music by the Russian violin virtuoso Maxim Vengerov. I thought it would be interesting to pair the music with an article/experiment from the Washington Post … Continue reading

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Today, I am a tree. My long, gangly limbs arc upwards and embrace the heavens my roots spiral down into the dark, damp, dirt a ganglia of a million beautifully tangled connections. I am here because you breathed life into … Continue reading

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Flame of Truth

You can take it all, burn it up, no longer is it needed. a name, a place, a job, a life, an anchor to something solid. I am nothing and no one Fire of truth consume me I rest in … Continue reading

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Upon Seeing You Cry

           Love is like water. I am love. You are too. If you crack me open, I do not break rather, picture a pebble momentarily splitting the water’s surface and then, the quiet stillness resumes. Water, … Continue reading

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I want to make poems that say right out, plainly, what I mean, that don’t go looking for the laces of elaboration, puffed sleeves. I want to keep close and use often words like heavy, heart, joy, soon, and to … Continue reading

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What An Itch Revealed About The Eternal

The other night I experienced the itchiest of itches.  At first, I got up to get something to scratch it with but then I decided that it would be fun to simply sit with the itch.  I noticed that what … Continue reading

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