Month: August 2017


I am angry.I am angry that as an American I know that even the vilest of ideas must be allowed to be expressed.I am angry that as a Christian I know that I am supposed to love my neighbors and

Thinking about

This morning I was thinking about spoken word poetry as a vehicle to get my book selling and this is where my brain ended up going. We all have a rhythm, a beat that undergirds our lives, it flows within

In the mist

All around the words of prophets rise up in the world, mist in the mornings. Console cowboys riding, Baron Samedi plays his puppet on the stage of the world. The blind stand firm confident in their beliefs, dancing with the

Avoidance? Or something else?

I hit these spells where I just do not want to write. I feel like all I am going to do is rehash something I have already said, that there is nothing new for me to express. So I avoid