some shit that I wrote

the purgatory of 3 AM
rolled over these few
wearied bodies those few
who drank coffee and emptiness
with me near the crossroads
of columbia the sound system
sifting through the sadder chord
changes and random reflections
by various artists

we all came in unfilled we all
came with nothing…I even had
to borrow this pen this
I wish I could say I left we left
full but shit if I can speak for everyone

but for now, my melancholy satiated, and
others rambling on and others still
broken and more fitting the shards in place
in this purgatory of 3 AM.

just doin’ what comes naturally.

Love takes off the mask that we fear we cannot live with out and know we cannot live within. I use the word love here not merely in the personal sense but as a state of being, or a state of grace–not in the infantile American sense of being made happy but in the tough and universal sense of quest and daring and growth.
– james baldwin the fire next time
(stolen from honeysoul)

cause only love can conquer hate.

On April 4, 1967, as the war in Vietnam was reaching its full fury, Martin Luther King Jr. said, “A time comes when silence is betrayal.” And he said, “Some of us who have already begun to break the silence of the night have found that the calling to speak is often a vocation of agony, but we must speak. We must speak with all the humility that is appropriate to our limited vision, but we must speak.”

you really, really should read this.

like magellan

Ever seen those “Gellin'” commercials from Dr. Scholl’s? where the two guys get in a car accident, a black man and a white man, and they both get out of the car and look at each other for a second, and make small talk with words that rhyme with “gellin'”? Have you ever seen two straight men look at each other and smile and make small talk like that? In all your natural life?

Me neither.


she glows starshine
from each eye and
smiles happiness
she speaks
jazz and sullen blues
and walks out
storylines with
honest thighs and free
feet her every step a
plot twist – and every kiss
a whisper of this summer evening.