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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. […]

Video: Young poets in Charleston, SC

My poetic energy is moving toward youth poetry. Hopefully, my experience in the art form can help the students improve their writing. Charleston is home to a lot of talented, forward-thinking young poets. I’ve been blessed to be a part of Matthew Foley’s Holy City Youth Slam, an organization that is bringing together youths in […]

Poem: b r e a t h e

two words with two G’s spread hate like a disease the smoke is everywhere and i can’t breathe. it only took one arm to squeeze the life out of an unarmed man the only thing in his hands were the lifelines embedded on his palms, now we stand on the front lines singing songs of […]

New poem – “The Storyteller”

A new poem about age. Watch the video below:

Poem: “CODE.”

If I write lines of poems like I write lines of code, no comma would be out of place and every quotation mark left open would throw the whole piece off center. Maybe coding is, in fact, poetry. Maybe life is, in fact, poetry and we are the result of a Universal code where X’s […]

New poem: “Mother Nature’s Reckless Daughter”

I am a feminist I am Joni Mitchell’s 8th album, with bass lines rooted in jazz I will re-rout her Refuge of the Roads back to 1976, the year a woman gave birth to a Black Crow flying, in a deep, blue sky. I am mother nature’s Reckless Daughter, the boy who grew from the […]