Black people must die for our liberation efforts to be taken seriously — and it has to stop — NOTE: This is a one-year anniversary reposting of an article that first appeared in Neri Magazine (which, regrettably, is no longer available online). In the interest of having my Neri articles publicly accessible, they have been shared here on Medium for posterity. According to the online Free Dictionary, the legal…

Solidarity demands that Black Canadians cannot look away — NOTE: This is a one-year anniversary reposting of an article that first appeared in Neri Magazine (which, regrettably, is no longer available online). In the interest of having my Neri articles publicly accessible, they have been shared here on Medium for posterity. In this country, the month of June is…

An Epic Life in Ninety Years of Resistance, Persistence & Laughter — Today the world lost one of its most elegant, eloquent, enduring, and implacable foes of injustice and intolerance. Desmond Tutu died at the age of 90 after a most remarkable life. I will not rehash the various stories about his remarkable accomplishments in detail. There have been reams of paper…

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 Poem —

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…