It has been so long since I sat down and wrote something for this website. My world has been so consumed with work, with relationships and self-examination that I lost the habit of writing here. In some ways, not needing to have my thoughts be profound enough to be shared with the world was a … Continue reading Wu Wei or What If Our Movements Were Like Water
He feels the pressure in the room build as he holds her gaze. Her clear dark amber eyes reminds him of the late afternoon sun breaking through storm clouds. He wants to say something. He wants to harness the courage of his younger self. He wants to push the moment over the edge. Saul wants to make the sky break open and rain. He wants so much but it’s been so long since he’s felt this way that he is unsure what to do next. “Can I kiss you?” She asks him.
#IfIDieInPoliceCustody don’t say I was an organizer. Don’t talk about how I knew what to say when everyone else was too shocked or too scared to say anything. Don’t say I was courageous. Don’t say I was smart. Don’t mention all the work I did for “the community.” Tell them I was too busy being Black to worry about bein' good. Describe for them how I danced down the street with my headphones blasting the soulful sounds of Nina Simone into my brain. Tell them that the feeling of her voice bouncing off the cavernous walls of my skull is the closest to feeling liberated I ever get.
Liberation is joy in its purest form. Liberation is joy arising from moments so splendid and just as to transcend their own context. Liberation is the joy of light bursting through the darkness. Liberation is not merely laughing so hard you cry, it is laughing so hard that your pain loses its meaning and the means to sustain itself. Liberation is when laughter is a treatment not merely an anesthetic.
Below is a copy of a speech I gave at a Jews United For Justice Event on Black Lives Matter. It was a great night and I'm really proud to have been a part of it. It was hard to come up with the words to use to express my feelings in the right … Continue reading A Complex Argument For Love
*If you are looking for the speech I gave at Sixth and I please click here* I was reminded today that there is no cosmic scale weighing the oppression of Blacks in America. There is no ledger listing the wrongs that have been done to us. There is no mystic reckoning that will bring wholeness. … Continue reading An Argument for Operating with Love
[Below is an unsent letter to every female friend I’ve been secretly in love with whom I sent really long e-mails to or hand written notes to after/before I went to college/when you were studying abroad/when I moved back to Falcon in 2008/when I moved to Colorado Springs in 2010/when you moved to a coastal … Continue reading Unsent Letter To All The Girls I’ve Loved