Red White and Blue/Black Brown and Blurry

Holy Days

(Some) People Speak

I haven't posted in a while, an unfortunate by-product of starting a PhD. Alas, I did write a blog post for takepart.com. It's a response to a Howard Zinn film project speaker tour event, starring Lupe Fiasco, no less. You can read it here. Comments are encouraged.

Namaste

Until We Meet...

Sheets of lightning
they blanket the sky
Do you see them too
casting shadows
on the wall. it's writing,
a perilous sigh.
What watery death it portends.

But, an eye for an eye,
the storm's only grace,
a chance to save face.

The cool wind blows
Do you feel it too

The horizon disappears,
the clouds cover the corners.
Is it too late for fasting and fears
Where is that heavenly wisdom,
bid an earthly welcome

Time to build a tent
the lights go out
Do you have the time,
two in the dark, express all you mean

Sleet Sleet Sleet
Sleep, Sleep, Sleep,
until we meet

Sprouts

Squaring Off