Poetry

Ode to a Skin Head

Ode to a Skin Head

Even the most loathsome person has a soul, and that soul has a story. Each life has a backstory- that doesn’t excuse choice but makes room for repentance and...

Easter Morn’ Toast

Easter Morn’ Toast

Black preachers have a way about them- their posturing, wringing of sweat-laden handkerchiefs, and that definite treble in their voices. Actors and orators both, they...

Voices

Voices

The juke joint for some people is as much a sanctuary as the church. They offer incense and worship at the bar’s confessional.The cafe looked worse on d’inside than...

Empty Baskets

Empty Baskets

At some time or other, we have all felt as if we arrived empty-handed, depleted, with no more to give. The crumbs from our tables, even that we hold onto tightly. For...

The Wall

The Wall

Hezekiah turned his face to the wall and prayed (2 Kings 20:2-6). God heard his lamentations and added 15 years to his life. Sometimes, what seems to be hemming us in,...

De Huse Niggah

De Huse Niggah

We are all siblings, brothers and sisters, made by one Creator, Father God. How can we not sympathize with each other? Race is a manmade construction, for according to...

A Little Boy

A Little Boy

The easiest thing to do is to strike back when attacked. Although only a young undergraduate, I had been bequeathed with much wisdom from my mother. She used to say...

Little Black Girl Sing

Little Black Girl Sing

There is just something about a song, its harmony, melody, and rhythm. When it leaves a mouth and enters the atmosphere, something changes. We are moved.The words came...

Unearthed

Unearthed

For anyone who has ever worked in a garden, pruning, weeding, hoeing, planting, you will know that the earth does not yield its pleasures so easily. Hard labor, and...

When I Walked Thru the Door

When I Walked Thru the Door

Intercession, the way the old black women used to do it, with moaning and groans, well that takes me back to my childhood. All night long walking the floor and tears...