No poems today- I’ve scant been writing due to all the life-changes I’ve been going through. But amongst my errands, an old memory found me. I’d like to share that story with you now. As I’ve mentioned before, I have been interested in the arts since I was a child. At one point, acting andContinue reading “Young, Gifted, Black, and Loved”
Category Archives: Existential crisises
Have mercy, O end of the year!
Hey people. I’m finishing up two works, but they aint done yet. Mid-November through mid-January is a very hectic and crazy time for me at work, so my upload schedule is going to be a bit crazy too (I’ve also come down with a stomach bug, so I’ve been a bit unconscious lately.) Anyways. I’mContinue reading “Have mercy, O end of the year!”
Apologies!
Hello people! Sorry for both missing a post AND failing to notify. I’ve been sick for a week or two and unfortunately, the funk has gotten into my soul. I’ve been staring at several stanzas of several dead poems with nothing but the white void staring me back. I’m hoping to return to you nextContinue reading “Apologies!”
You Are Where Your Money Goes.
The Obvious Problem Well, we’re going to talk about it again: Police continue to murder black people in the street and in their homes with little consequence. It’s but one symptom of the systemic racism that pervades and perverts our society. But you already knew that. Today, I’ll be sharing what I’ve decided to doContinue reading “You Are Where Your Money Goes.”
To whom it may concern
No post this week! Instead, I want to leave you with a resource called… Campaign Zero I’ve been watching the world like you have these past few days. I see the response ramping up. People who normally wouldn’t give a damn are starting to act. But here’s the thing… The movement knows that it wantsContinue reading “To whom it may concern”
Hello, my name is…
Really, my name isn’t important and most people who are reading this will already know it. What most people wont know is that there are two stories that brought me to this “Imma start a blog” point in my life. The first story is one I don’t remember, while the second one I remember veryContinue reading “Hello, my name is…”
The Poetry of Ants 