Another name is said Another child dead Oh, Quanice Hayes, You should have lived Many thousand more days Not much is known But little need be known You were a … Continue reading A Life Cut Short
I am a rock Rough edged Unhewn I hide in my cave Surrounded by quiet I hear the crash Of a distant wave But I remain Silent Unmoved. I am … Continue reading The Rock and the Pebble
On Tuesday evening, I read the news and saw an image from my town of a 66-year-old woman with a bloodied and muddied face, who had been tackled while engaged in … Continue reading Peaceful Protests and Militarized Police
Oops, I meant to share this with my blog fam a while ago, but here’s something I wrote for Progressive Army a little over a week ago: Holding Onto Hope – The Key … Continue reading Holding Onto Hope
I wrote something almost a week ago, just a little Facebook post one evening, and I realized that I keep falling back on this trend of feeling angry about the … Continue reading The America Yet to Be
Dark are the tides of these dark, dark times And yet here I stand, clinging to this thing called “Hope” And here I am filling these pages with weary rhymes … Continue reading Hope – My Tattered Flag
I forgot to share a piece that I wrote earlier this week at the Progressive Army here, so please check it out. It’s a message we can hold onto.
And, to everyone who has taken part in the protests this weekend: rock on.