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In the shadow of Lincoln he heard Mahalia shout out “Tell them about the dream, Martin! Tell them about the dream.” He remembered the vision and the words that came to him on that long walk to freedom on that 75 degree June Detroit day. It was evident as the clear water of…
Southern justice is the snake that slithers up the tree before the buzz of the lumberjack’s saw, the duck of the head to fit it into the squad car, the dark voice singing in a dark cell put on death row before his trial, convicted for the color of his skin before he was even…
Remember the sky even though it won’t remember you. Know the constellations’ tales even as they know not yours. Remember the moon’s pull despite its denying your shadow. Remember the sun, the dawn even as its novas your sight, singes your memories in forgetfulness, grief and time. Remember the sunset, that…
December 3, 2019 She was displayed before me with her eyes closed and mouth agape, leaving me to wonder whether she died in terror or awe. Was her last breath the honest gurgle I’ve been seeing for the last few days, that I took comfort in hearing restart every time I called her name…
Every cut is a bleeding thorn, every breath is a spread of fingers. The ear records all its silences. - Lose a hand and it goes to the trash heap, lose an ear and everyone will think of Van Gogh. - In the landfill the hand discovers fire, it discovers how to conquer the rats,…
I am a Vitruvian Man marked out like an anatomy lesson in black and green dye, something to align against the mean, a mold made of sheets and plastic to aim the mechanical eye to revolve its rays around. I can’t move because the machine requires mathematical silence to perform its cure, so the…
I want to greet the new year with 20/20 eyes, knowing that cure dances on the edge of hope’s grave and that in this biblical year of flood, cancer and death, that grief is just a short term companion. Tomorrow time will step me away leaving only memory and the long walk to the…
Miriam wept. as she gave birth to her first born son in the great room of her parents windowless house because there was no space for her in their guest room. Miriam wept amidst the smell of animals lulling in the stables, the stench of blood and life, pouring from her womb in circles…
For some God comes in silence and for others it’s a saxophone solo. He’s the confession a lonely parish priest has waited all day to see and hear after lattice hours of watching smoke blow down like Cain’s rejected offering. Every soul has two Popes, both living in God but are not of it.…
