Drink water when you climb Rwanda’s tallest gorilla palace.
unity
more than a drive
Sleek coated goats graze roadside, women balance bounties atop their heads ~ strong necks carry bananas, sticks, and woven baskets. Roots writhe and wrap through red rocks, a mountain carved for modern passage. School children walk home for lunch, uphill and uplifted, by the looks of their smiles and waves. Perfumed air: stunning notes of … Continue reading more than a drive
a genocide of generations
Divisions decided by some external hand,granted galeforce destruction by brutal demand.Morality absconded, humanity’s cruel abandonfor the fulfillment of some ideological cannon.“The final solution” only finalizes the demise of the preacher,yet why does history recycle this vicious mask of the reaper?2 million dead.300,000 orphaned.100 days. 259,000 buried in3 mass graves in Kigali alone.Children — their lives … Continue reading a genocide of generations
coils
Peaks and valleys coil,wrapping ‘round the middle,squeezing the life out of hope.Brain mice scurry to settle on consistent inconsistencies:fragmented information as breadcrumbsto a deeper doom of fiction. Hope is hindered but not haltedin the grand halls of uncertainty,edging away fromthe dungeon of despairto travel by airto meet the origin of manto honor an untimed death.
revolved
On the last nightof a darkened yearfilled with light remember:the good in the bad,the tender in the tight,the softness in the strength, the death bearing life.Forward and forewarned to release expectations and embrace uncertainty. A bird homed in high ceilingsremains unfree.
return and receive
Butterflies boundto the arrival of anotherin flight and fantasy, toconnect across the continent.Four wheels of furyweaving through adisco lit highway,grinding to the beatof orange cones in abandoned work zones.The chorus of homea cherished refrainhalts the hustleas wings spread to receive precious cargo.
when
A city exhales,homes inhale — people worryabout positives.The negatives granttemporary clarity but when will we live?Spontaneous joy,without examination free to love again —
found in translation
In a language neither of us speak we try to articulate the delays and dreams our hearts endure, translating the ineffableelation that coaxed usinto each other’s arms.The improbability of our unionbinds us to the possibility of some forever.
beets and bleach
Beneath the skin we plunge into the abyss of oxygenated blisscoursing through veins inherited from the men andthe women who bled and begot their unknown.Beneath the soilwe find purple rootsripe with their lifeforce,boiled for royalty andpickled for peasants ~spoons and forks unite.Strike the stains of youth and historieshungered by force.Agitate the bygones of brothersand sisters … Continue reading beets and bleach
in the gray
In the gray we float above the trenches dug by factions of fiction.In the gray we meet,transmuting skull-bound matterinto bonds that matter more.In the graywe loveby lettinghearts seebeyond the face.
Species of Value 