It may go without saying Upon seeing my brown face That I will always And emphatically insist that Black Lives Matter. I have heard the arguments And listened patiently to the counterpoint Knowing I am neither heard Nor understood, in the wind of the flatulent rebuttal, “all lives….” But really, this isn’t about black lives […]

A Poem in (the) Twitter Verse* Racism is not just about white people and non-white people hating. It is about who has “race”. In the United States, there are “un-raced” bodies and “e-raced” bodies. E-raced means there’s a social algorithm that makes your color, culture, religion and customs an opaque burden. Un-raced means your color, […]

I am thrilled to share with you all the publication of my first collection of poetry/meditations for the Unitarian Universalist Association and Skinner House Books.  There are many people to thank for making this happen, and I will try to capture a few of them here.  Thank you Mary Benard and the Skinner House board […]

I’m reposting this poem that appears in “Love Beyond God”. I am sick with the onslaught of lynching and physical terror to which we have become accustomed and complacent.  The time to act is now.  Fuck respectability and not offending people’s sensibilities and playing the damned game.  This is not a game, it is life and […]

This week, when I read Barbara Reynolds column on her challenges with the Black Lives Matter Movement in the Washington Post (read here) I was deeply disappointed. Here was someone who is a respected leader and a member of the clergy, intelligent, articulate…someone who embodies all of the respectability of the Civil Rights Movement of […]

Unitarian Universalists have struggled in the past year to embrace the “Black Lives Matter” movement. In June, we passed our action of immediate witness to embrace the movement officially, but not after a contentious, overly “processed” and public debate at our General Assembly (UUA AIW). Our congregations have been struggling with the questions of whether […]

It is 1972. I am 7 years old. My mother who normally wears her hair in a large easy to care for afro has just gotten back from the beauty parlour where she has had her hair whipped up into an impressive multi-tiered array of cornrows (a la Cicely Tyson.) It sits atop her head […]