black lives matter
The Streets are Talking
The streets are on fire.
Smoke coats our tongues
like iron in our blood.
We walk for our rights
as weedy paths like barbed
wire lacerate our ankles.
God is in our shouts.
Demands for justice pour
forth smelling of lilies.
Winds of hope on the horizon
are felt like cherry blossom,
delicate and beautiful
but not short lived.
How Can We Win
Watch this videoand recognise the truth.
We can no longer breathe
Malcolm X, my man
Transformations
Starting this week over on my Patreon Page, I’ll be sharing my back catalogue of poetry. Call is an archive, The Tending Black Archive. This is an exclusive resource made available to my supporters over there.
Head on over if you’re interested in joining the club.
Hate/Love
Be Beautiful
My Voice is My Weapon
Starting to write the Living Wild Studios Studio Notes today for my subscribers, I created a zine.
I’ve been struggling to put into words, public words what I feel about the current state of the world, particularly in relation to the murders, police brutality ad racial injustice which is happening in America, right now and has been for the past 11 days, or 400 years.
Please read this zine and share if you must. But do something else and more to make sure the rally cry #BlackLivesMatter, doesn’t fall on deaf ears and closed hearts.
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