piffler: a confession 


so what does it mean to stare your bullshit in the face

what response comes to mind?

is it poetically painful? satisfying enough? both?

when haunted faithfully by ghost emotions

and the ones who’ve seen the most of you

can’t bear to look

in your own eyes

as that check-in text is sent, registered, archived for the last time

and you know you’ve really earned it; the silence

has been read and received

does anxiety speak volumes of truth for you? how does ‘numb’ auto-correct?

perhaps it’s all the same

running away in a cage

an earnest futility

motion isn’t action, is it?

harsh reality in dirty mirrors

thrown back at you

swollen, empty

when touch meets sight

in your crusted corners

dim light, like relative clarity, beckons,


reveals familiar darkness

so then full-length, and filled out

why stand there?

what do you say?



nurture light // we must

when it comes down to it

all must come to bear

it’s said in rhythm 

at times in rhyme, my dear,

and without reason

internally, eternally

seasons pass 

of our own dreaming

when tales turn ripe then stale

just as well, 

one can go any time,

there is no place like nowhere

and the finite is trifling

don’t let them drag you to their ends 

child of diaspora, you know they could never

take hold your soul

so burst forth

spectra constantly bend

and melanin, 

absorb, glisten, radiate, 

as the moment the candle is lit,

the aura brought with it

in scent , warmth , waves

see, make your way

you are born, perhaps bred to

again reformed , strengthened by a hand cupped at the side

soft vigilance 

enlightened by who we truly be

what is there to seek?

vision carries we

and will takes many forms; 

some we know and won’t

revolution is a process of pull close and unwind 

we’ve broken night before – hold tightly 

.. to BLACK LOVE + transcendence and revolution + TRUTH + eternal youth + flaws + fullnessness + LIBERATION + dignity 

.. things we learn from one another, that cannot simply be known of – we must nurture.

we must nurture. 

we must nurture. 


mineral syllables

at times, it is there

what needs to be said

and in just the right way


where mineral syllables do best to flow

deeper, to echo in caverns –

a drop of




resonating in subconscious terrain

the domain of stuttered substance



stalactites into stalagmites form

as one let go of once before

navigating formations unfamiliar


say it so, whole,

to be willed away,

and gravity promises, it will fall into place

drawn from the beginning to the core








a foggy acrostic

A simple acrostic, via Daily Prompt: Foggy

Feeling full and free – of what, I’m not sure..

Obscure visions of paths cosmically connected

Give time for pieces to settle and air to clear.. perhaps chaos finds a state of rest here

Generously dressed in cool, neutral, whipped swirls..

Yet again, it furls and discloses of its own volition, this fog

…so, I suppose, the rest must remain to be seen.