CHRIST, rhymes, & Life

Transient as your heart may be home still must have a name your soul, a center to find peace  in the midst of orbit through the turbulence of this world I wonder what hope you find in flight the continual here and there coming and going pushing and pulling leaving and longing the parting, and then the next how do you keep yourself whole in passing, and what is home if it is not a place? I wanted to be gravity, to be constant but us, twilight in transit and you, always crossing stars a sparkle too elusive to align like an enigma shooting through the galaxy tranversing curiosity, I saw you celestial in the constellation of your being do you ever imagine what you must look like  to the stars and the moon the same ones you try to reach the same ones your radiance eclipses and if I could I would give you both but stardust is too mercurial so I hold this space wistful, unrequited as it may be love is still here even if it's not how I dreamed.

She is human. Sha'Carri Richardson is a bonafide star and she does not owe us anything. As a track & field coach and enthusiast, it's been a joy to witness her performances this season and recently at the Olympic Trials as well as the grace she displayed following her finals race. She won it in style, has put herself among the best ever, and captured hearts everywhere with her vibrant personality. I couldn't wait to see her take on Shelly-Ann Fraser-Pryce for the Olympic gold medal in a couple months. And yet here we are just a couple weeks later and she is dealing with a suspension for having marijuana in her system. Her time not in official record books, might not get to run at all in Tokyo, and under the scrutiny of the world. Never mind the absurdity of the rule/ruling, all the problematic notions and racialized history regarding weed and drug policies, and the issues with the International Olympic Committee; I think we've seen enough discussion regarding all th

Love me One more time Kiss me Into the day Hug me Home Press your head into me Let me feel the cold of your nose Pin me down with your paws and don’t let me leave Let’s take a nap Go ahead Curl at my feet Take up all the space We can get out of bed slow Whenever you’re ready We’ll play like tomorrow wasn’t knocking Tug of war, or chew up whatever you want, or tag in the street Let’s go for a walk As long as you want to go One more time Make me think forever possible From the beginning, you were full of life I remember when I first saw the blue in your eyes And I felt my grip start to slip off this leash I have been looking for a language To describe how longing interrupts joy How time has become my greatest nemesis As broken as this home was I never knew how empty it could be Without your welcome Without your nails tapping on the tiles Without your sniffs and sneezes Or your snores and farts Without your bark And your smile, in all it’s radiance Everything you touched became light And

Hope is my center. Hope in God, who cares for both the body and soul. Hope for a better world. Hope for liberation. Hope for restoration. These past couple months I've spent a great deal of time reimagining what these look like as well as my place in all of this. And I'm always brought back to the idea of hope. Not in the sense of wishing for something, gambling with fate. But knowing that because of where my hope is, what I hope for will one day come, whether I get to see it fully bloom or not - hope deferred is still hope. So though my faith may often be like the waves, I know that hope is that steady rock. My reality is grounded by my hope in the Heavens. And while I have lost it many times, it pulls me back to remind me that restoration will come. Liberation will come. The better world we long for will come.  Our country has been on fire, as we are in the midst of a double pandemic and a revolution. I have been slow to speak because I have always been one to let things mari

What math is there to teach? but Infinity: the worth of a soul. How other factors need not be considered to justify a breath a life is not to be reduced yet again the mourning is compounded by anger Today, I am not interested in other angles Don't talk to me about isolated variables the pattern of recursive evil  is enough proof of how fucked up the order of operations is; it will not lead us to an answer not when the explicit and implicit functions are derivatives of white supremacy So how can I affirm absolute value in a system that was never for them - one that thrives on inequalities and disproportions not seeking reasons for their lives to matter but only to subtract their humanity and simplify them to statistics? Forget them standards Instead I will teach to distribute power to see their beauty in the equation of a better world We will sing of #'s and of hope and fight for the exponential joy that is mightier than the bullet  but I am so damn tired of teaching math.

When we know what we got What right do we have to deem who is worthy of love? Family - not always decreed by heritage But declared by commitment. A crossing of borders To make refuge in this soil God song stitching our souls together This connection as exodus From lands that sought to oppress our joy; Sing freedom Sing, celebration of being, a holy cypher Sing, show me your scars and I won't walk away Sing, how we find Heaven in our shared hereness Sing, this table is for us And if us is all we got The fist beating in our chest Is revolution in itself.. When we wear heart that is not our own We realize ourselves whole. You hold a special place in my heart.  Long story short.. I probably wouldn't have decided to be a teacher without you. The more I think about it, I realize that I gravitated towards all this because you helped me remember that I was worth something, just like so many people who I've met in this over the years. I cher