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Poem: “Mahogany”

Who decided to call us “black and white”? When I look at my skin, I don’t see black, I see brown. Brown. Like the color of sand, a brilliant tan that needs no sun. Brown, like the mahogany tree bark, grounded in the summer, whose green leaves make the transition into fall, coffee-stained by the […]

New poem – “greater than (or) equal to”

I was born the year our country celebrated its 200th birthday. Less than a decade from Martin Luther King Jr.’s assasination, 113 years after the emancipation proclimation. Here’s a bicentennial baby obsessed with numbers, released from his mother’s womb into a wounded society. He opened his eyes to a binary world where 0’s and 1’s […]

A poem about Charleston

I was blessed to be able to perform this poem at Lowcountry Local First’s Good Business Summit on August 27 at the Charleston Museum. Text is below. You can also hear my version with Quentin E. Baxter on iTunes. charleston, where the sidewalks scream on saturday nights and the corners rotate budding musicians with skin-tight […]

“circadian rhythms”

at ground zero of death, the voice of God will sound like an alarm clock, waking you up from a dream. you open your eyes and see yourself, not as a woman or man, but as a spirit who had been breathing in an illusion. on June 18, the voice of God sounded like an […]

Poetry video: Me + the Jazz Artists of Charleston

I was super blessed to perform in a free benefit concert at the Sottile Theatre, at the College of Charleston. You can see the poster I did for the show here. I uploaded a video of the first poem I did on stage. It features members of the Jazz Artists of Charleston. The track will […]

Black Cloth – a poem for Charleston

Racism, let us no longer walk in your shoes. you are a traveler of darkness, a walker of shadows, cloaking yourself in a black cloth like the grim reaper and arming your soul with the tools of a terrorist – a misguided soldier who’s trying to start a war. My sisters, heaven was as close […]

A poem about Walter Scott

A poem written about the North Charleston, SC murder of Walter Scott.

Poem – “self portrait (in bloom)”

when i was in the 8th grade, i wore baggy pants and my bookbag on my chest because i was not bold enough to throw the monkey off my back. inside of the backpack was a lack of confidence weighing me down. i had not found my voice. this is the portrait of a black […]

Poem – “snapshot”

snapshot a fragmented frame holds the memory of a solid foundation. inside, rests a photo of two people. one – a woman whose bright red smile is the blood red beat of my heart’s muscle. who is centered in the frame perfectly in place, like the center of the earth’s core. the other – a […]

Poetry slam at the Charleston Music Hall

Matthew Foley and I put on a big poetry show at the Charleston Music Hall on Feb. 27. It was a magical event. Lots of poets came to the gig from out of town, and it felt like an awesome family reunion of literary giants. I’ve been enjoying staying behind the scenes more than before. […]