Archive for 2017

Do not be afraid to create your own heaven

Monday, June 12th, 2017

for those big eyed dreamers
trapped in a city of small minded snares,
do not be afraid to create
your own heaven

~ Kataalyst Alcindor

Imagine there is no there, there

Monday, May 22nd, 2017

I inherited wander lust from my father, a wandering Jew.

I grew up in New Orleans, Managua, San Salvador, Puerto Rico, Atlanta, Brooklyn, Manhattan, San Rafael, San Francisco, Miami and was two months from being born in my father’s birthplace, Havana except fate had other designs.

And yet New Orleans is where I have always called home.

As this country spins away from its axis of love with an administration plagued by hatred, whose followers trail in indifference (bless their hearts), New Orleans turns towards the light. Four confederate monuments came down in the past months despite the blindness of white people who cling to a narrative that the American myth has no malice in it. To them I say THINK THAT YOU MAY BE WRONG. This was the first of many intended mortal wounds to White Supremacy. Let the dancing on its grave begin with us.

Flannery O’Connor wrote:

The novelist with Christian concerns will find in modern life distortions which are repugnant to him, and his problem will be to make these appear as distortions to an audience which is used to seeing them as natural; and he may well be forced to take ever more violent means to get his vision across to this hostile audience. When you can assume that your audience holds the same beliefs you do, you can relax a little and use more normal ways of talking to it; when you have to assume that it does not, then you have to make your vision apparent by shock — to the hard of hearing you shout, and for the almost blind you draw large and startling figures.


~Domenico Zindato

#takeemdownnola #burywhitesupremacy

My ancestors taught me

Sunday, February 26th, 2017

My ancestors taught me how to rub two nickels to make a dollar.
My ancestors taught me how to move my hips unselfconsciously to music.
My ancestors taught me to listen to birdsong.
My ancestors taught me to love profoundly.
My ancestors taught me to appreciate babies.
My ancestors taught me to eat with gusto.
My ancestors taught me to read for joy.
My ancestors taught me to adorn myself.
My ancestors taught me to groove with sensuous pleasures.
My ancestors taught me to stand barefoot on the ground.
My ancestors taught me to feel sunshine.
My ancestors taught me to forgive.
My ancestors taught me to be fierce.
My ancestors taught me resilience.
My ancestors taught me to evolve.
My ancestors taught me movement.
My ancestors taught me tenacity.
My ancestors taught me levity.
My ancestors taught me to look through eyes to see souls.
My ancestors taught me to speak.
My ancestors taught me our history.
My ancestors taught me water is powerful.
My ancestors taught me to see beauty.
My ancestors taught me to worship.
My ancestors taught me faith.
My ancestors taught me to discern.
My ancestors taught me to question.
My ancestors taught me to love the land.
My ancestors taught me to be an explorer.
My ancestors taught me how to create memories.
My ancestors taught me through stories.
My ancestors taught me to write my own stories.