Like the waves of the sea and winds from the mountains The past and Presence rise to meet me. Grief, gnowledge, knowing, impatience To be heard and seen again through Clear windows to wisdom, without glass ceilings or separations of space or generations. They rise to meet me in this auspicious occasion of remembrance. In … Continue reading Weaver Woven
I had a meeting two weeks ago with a woman, a tribal leader respected enough to be elected into a state legislature to speak for her tribe. In the same manner that I am directed by Ancestors to others, I was sent to her and shared as much. At the start of our meeting I … Continue reading Silence is Complicity
In the light, my hair looks like It's been streaked by fire. I wonder what it'll be like after its tendrils have stirred the stars.
Her name isn't Asifa Though it could be. She could be eight years old, too. She likes to fuss over her own hair, the rose placed just so. Not the rough, any ol' way She does. She might be ten. That rose makes her feel pretty. Until the pretty of the pink gains weight as … Continue reading For the Love of a Girl with a Pink Rose in Her Hair
The Fuckery is what I've named this unfolding that began last September. It's the most apt description and, at this point, I no longer refrain from using it with those who might be offended. Because that's what this is. There is no way to pretty it up; not only is that like putting lipstick on … Continue reading Four Months into The Fuckery
Because I believe the Heart of a sister The touch of the Ancestors The presence of the beloveds and elephant trunks kissing my face. Because a giraffe isn't just a giraffe. She's called April and speaks herself into my existence. Because the heart knows what it knows. Because I trust the faith of those that … Continue reading Because I Believe
Still peace Utter peace Conceived somewhere Somewhen Borne on and delivered by some wind To settle and sigh Through the heart