Anniversaries & The Octogenarian Tour — Part 1
Yes, I hate it when the blood start flowing / But I’m glad to see resistance growing. . .—Gil Scott-Heron, Johannesburg When people ask how I'm doing, I very often quip: Ain't dead yet so, I must be living! August 17, 2024, marked 53
intentchunosofy 1 & 2
they've been spending most their lives / iving in a future paradisethey've been looking in their minds / for the day that sorrow's lost from time—stevie wonder, pastime paradisei am led to wonder why i still liv oppressed shakkld toprofit-komplyant
i went on the road
382 days on the road. a solo motorcycle sojourn thru 48 states 30 September 2015 thru 16 October 2016 i went on the road 18 months ago to find the space i’d lost between my life’s bookends sprinting wholly identified from deathrow’s claws and cocooning from
a hazy sunday on harlemz westside
"i’m a man who believes i died 20 years ago andi live like a man who is dead already. i have no fear whatsoeverof anybody or anything." —malcolm x, el hajj malik el shabazz harlem sunday
lucéz kora song
once upon a time there waz a yung girl whose dance — body lithe & free — she allowed lifez joy to pour thru her receptive frame filling the spiritz uv thoze who dared move in unison with her she waz moon that regulated
in the shadow uv the elder
—for 6th & 7th generashun comradz they be so much older now than ever they were az littlewunz hearing voicez speak to them frum a deepinside they knew but knew not how to say. they were the quiet wunz who knew listening & sensed enuf to notspeak in the atlanticz