Casters (The Nightingale)

I. When they pressure-washed the pigeon nests the finches came out to singYou can hear dominance invert in melodyI’ve been thinking about how birds screech to assert healthy strengthA dignified prowess until their mortality vertebratesAnd makes drywall bones crumble to dustYou watch our planes fracture in opaque omissionThe more complex the birdsong, the softer linen… Read More »

Meditations on the Movement of Power In response to the invitation to share my reflections on the movement of power immediately following the recent presidential election in the USA, I broke out and literally dusted off my copy of Freedom Dreams: The Black Radical Imagination by Robin D.G. Kelly. I recorded my favorite excerpts so that I could listen to… Read More »