Or, Why We Can Only be Judged on Our Body of Work — Will anyone be able to gaze upon your literary corpse after you die? When I was still new at spoken word, a fellow artist told me something that has stuck in my mind ever since: Writers must produce work that lives on as audio, video, print, or digital content or…

A Poem that Comes Full Circle — one year ago since this pandemic started in waves of illness spreading rapidly thereafter the cycle of sickness took hold of the world poor choices around what shall we do led us to devastation en masse and as we fail the test people die in droves while the cycle remains unbroken our ignorance reigns supreme…

A Poem — at night when i close my eyes surrender to sleep all conscious control i lose hold of myself fall faintly into reverie never completely certain that i will return from the depths to breathe air the next morning but when i do eyes open on a brand new reality informed by the past unencumbered…

Being anti-racist should be the goal instead — Black History Month is over and I have an announcement to make: I have officially become sick of hearing “I’m on the right side of the issue because I’m not a racist!” or one of its many variations. There is no imperative, or motivation, or urgency, to rouse oneself to…

A Tasty 16 Bars of Verse — don’t wanna cause no trouble but baby i wanna get a nibble steamin’ hot, you know i gotta sample sugah vittles gimme a little, and it’ll melt me down to the middle make the chocolate flow ’til we wipin’ up the dribble and I don’t fiddle unless I got the proper instrument you bring the…

A verse inspired by Jonathan Greene — in an age of information ostensibly masquerading and parading the shamelessly craven’s debauched instigations as substitutions for amplification of true knowledge and all that it’s precipitated like Icarus in freefall is endless victimhood revealed as exhibitionist self-flagellation that defies any sensible explanation across the nations digitized electrical impulses undulate unmodulated and under-debated by unsated haters fated to massacre…

Our political history undermines Canadian smugness on race — On January 20, 2009, Barack Obama was inaugurated as the first U.S. President of African American ancestry. Twelve years later to the day, Kamala Harris was the first woman, first African American and first Asian American inaugurated as U.S. Vice-President. Meanwhile, north of the border … Though Canada has had one woman serve as its Prime…

A Poem — all i can hear is the astonishment see the despair and read the admonishment of the most obvious and dishonest monument to the cooperative collaborative acknowledgment of truth that shall ring loudly enough through history to deafen the most committed of propagandists who will try (and fail) to convince people of intelligence that the “American dream” retains…