How to survive a fire

How to survive a fire

Mama, what is the earth if there is no green left? banana slugs crawl out from inside of a centuries-old fire-scarred redwood tree trunk she is erect in these fire cavities, where fires rose once before, echoes of thundering crashes can be heard through the valley...
Containment

Containment

On the 157th night of coviding, the sapphire white lightning cracks the ocean waves ecstatic, you search for the chant of rain pellets that often accompanies the tempest- but there is none, this storm, she dances alone. Her talon reaches across the parched cobalt sky....
Throwback Thursday: Whiteness Poem

Throwback Thursday: Whiteness Poem

Back in 2006, I wrote this poem. I dusted it off last recently for an engagement at Chandler Gilbert Community College in AZ, where I was doing a 40 minute spoken word set and I wanted to look at issues of race. Afterwards, attendees asked where they could find the...
Poetry of Witness, 9.11.20ā€“9.25.20

Poetry of Witness, 9.11.20ā€“9.25.20

We’re living through a period of momentous upheaval in the United States, walking through the gates of history. I’ve dedicated myself once again to the practice of poetry in an effort to bear witness. 9.11.20 Today Iā€™m sitting on the grease mats of the...
Prayer of Gratitude in spite of smoke, fire

Prayer of Gratitude in spite of smoke, fire

  “Everything this year is about who gets to breathe.” -Elizabeth Stark   As the 20th century African American poet Claude McKay said of lynchings, “if we must die,” let us not die like penned hogs. let us nobly die, So that our...