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

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.