Category Archives: Poetry

Recycling and Redemption Value

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I wasn’t raised with a religion… so I first learned about redemption via recycling PSA’s.The word had a very narrow definition associated with keeping streets clean and something about saving the planet. Minds like mine depend on metaphors for meaningful analysis, so for me, when the older definition of redemption started making appearances in the […]

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My dreams last night…

I had the best dreams last night And he wasn’t in them I invented a brand new world Where he never existed It was beautiful and nourishing. I had the best dreams last night And there was no fear in them. It was such a needed reprieve Since his kind of hate Is in my […]

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Are you?

Are you trying your best To make it back home to me? Working and caffeinating, Smoking and cursing, Fidgeting In a city where you belonged once upon a time? Are you trying your best To make it back home to me? I needed you here Last night, really for the first time. Needed your eyes, […]

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Liminality

liminal |ˈlimənl| 1. of or relating to a transitional or initial stage of a process. 2. occupying a position at, or on both sides of, a boundary or threshold. Liminality (from the Latin word līmen, meaning “a threshold”[1]) is a psychological, neurological, or metaphysical subjective state, conscious or unconscious, of being on the “threshold” of or between two different existential […]

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Sounds, Scents, and Valentines

A purpose of human life, no matter who is controlling it, is to love whoever is around to be loved. -Kurt Vonnegut, Sirens of Titan   I’ve had this blog over a year. I remember my last valentine’s post. A graphic with a poem. A promise made from my heart to the universe. An agreement to […]

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Humans Aren’t Rodents. Porn Isn’t Ruining Marriages. (via The Sexademic)

This is a great point by point takedown of pseudo-science used as fear-mongering. Humans are not prairie voles. We are not guinea pigs or mice. We're humans. Pop science loves to trot out research on rodents to confirm or challenge behavioral assumptions. But what the writers often miss is that our behaviors are shaped by […]

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Paper Airplane Magazine

My first ever spoken word piece has been posted by Paper Airplane Magazine. The piece is Airial’s Commute, which Makana and I recorded in my living room. He did an amazing job on the music. He did a great job getting me to go there, into an emotional space in order to capture some of […]

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Autumn 2010

I love change. I love the freedom to spin on the spot and go. I love the ability to stand still, for a moment, just long enough to survey what is around me, and listen. A new beat, a new rhythm, enticing me away from the known, the excitement of possibility grinding against complacency, resulting […]

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Sex, School and Saul

On my first day of school Saul Williams is in my ear: And when my fears arise I blow them out Blow them out Get it out Blow it out He’s whispering, shouting, provoking Daring me to only bob my head On this crowded BART train My morning commute Once again a moment of reflection […]

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Locking Doors

I have a hard time locking doors, or even closing them, I don’t trust them to protect me I don’t believe in them. To me, a deadbolt is a talisman; a signal to the universe, a prayer for protection: I’m locking this door with the hopes that what I want to stay out will not […]

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