Centuries of oppression and rebellion—of pain and joy—eddy in the waters of time—pregnant with generations of our blood memories… Valkyrie choose the slain in combat—they choose whose blood flows to extinction and whose lives are spared… Black women carry the weight of our struggle in their bones—with marrow communicating routes […]
African Diaspora
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He is an icon and a maverick—a voice of hope, sensuality, pain, and liberation… This creatrix rises to amplify the power of pride and sexuality—to bring the joys of the grind to our post-apocalyptic civilization… Like so many young black men—especially queer young black men—he wondered if his lips were […]
It was my first night on the psych ward…I submerged the Bible in the toilet—imagining that I would recreate the sacred text over the course of my stay…I imagined that the water would unearth messages and channel symbols not visible to the naked eye… Floridly manic and coming down from […]
I write from a place deep inside—from a geothermal vent of being and presence… Presence is the essence—the essence of our resistance…imparting the power to transform systems and to conjure new religions… The Moon is in Scorpio and I am asked to go deep—to reimagine our world while deep in […]
Snake medicine pulsates through my being, unleashing immense powers of creativity—bringing psychic energy into awareness and channeling this magic towards our need for healing… The kundalini power arising from the root chakra ascends through our snake-like spinal column…I envision a serpentine double-helix armoring our spines and our minds through […]
My eyes seduce the son of god—taking in every sinuous muscle and seductive glance, and absorbing the power of our galaxy’s constellations and the dynamic interplay between lust, sex, and love… We access the cosmic power of the erotic when we allow our spines to be sensuous conduits for tantric […]
dancers stomp, twist, and writhe—giving voice to desires pent up deep inside…we long to rise as one and mobilize—our subaltern armies will rule the night… our democracy is plagued and under siege—we need cyberpunk power to keep the peace…nazis and fascists will come rolling deep—but our samurai neurodivergents have a […]
i am energized by attraction and by chemical reaction—i yearn for connection and for seismic satisfaction…this is a quest for transformation and for transcendent liberation—this is a cosmic journey traversing star systems in search of karmic libations…i see ebony and onyx animating the pulse of my desire—i see truth deep […]
in our arrogance, we have claimed lordship over the natural world—we have let the talons of profit claw at our sacred mother and our duty to defend the forces that give us life…but the earth remembers—and our mother speaks…she speaks through the trees and gives voice to the dreams of […]
I imagine you lying beside me…black on black—skin to skin…I feel a fire of liberation deep within—I feel a cocoon of black love opening its arms so I can trust and fall in…the contours of your body excite my imagination and your lips are an invitation to sacred crime…our connection […]
limp wrists and raised fists—trans and queer we rearm and resist…we harness sacred powers arising in our midst—magical elixirs find their way to our souls through our lips…emphatic euphoric and intensely orgasmic—the confluence of emotion is deep and hypnotic…our dance with the dialectic is fierce and jaw dropping—our energy expands […]
country twang meets harlem swing—an old town road to the world we begin…marinating and meditating—fornicating and innovating…enjoying the beat driving hard and synched—summoning the will to nurture and the will to resist…this poem is an ode to the dynamo known as lil NasX—he spits rhymes that inspire us to flip […]
we are barricade freaks rocking prada in the street—we style our rage in platinum shades shining strong and rolling deep…the sacred healing we seek amplifies our quest for psychic peace—our erotic tectonics seduce the commanders of our dreadnought fleet…as barricade freaks we charge ferociously into the streets—we dodge rubber bullets […]
i just awoke from a dream about you–i was walking with phyllis owens and we were talking about you and grieving your passing…frivolously, i noted how good we all still look on social media–you, with all your crafted selfies, might have appreciated the moment…upon awakening i turned from my bed […]
your eyes entrance, ensnare, and inspire, conjuring waves of ecstatic passion that rise up ever higher…your body is a talisman, a sacred interstellar vessel, and an erotic fire–your images sync with my lyrics allowing our reality to amp up and rewire…sex is so potent, so visceral, and so elemental–you transfix […]
there is subterranean strength in your body and volcanic energy in your mind–this is a seismic cosmic moment when everything that happens is a sacred sign…we craft an epitaph for this system etched in rage, blood, and pride–i give in to my higher power and seek a creative serenity deep […]
light and sound become energized and fused into one–we see fractals in the moon and volcanic power in the sun…psychedelic synergy has transformed who we are and what we can become–we project universal liberation as the cosmic project that is to be done…i have learned that i do not need […]
i am a vessel for sacred forces arising in a moment of unprecedented global peril–we must draw strength from our collective unconscious to resist a fascist menace that has grown ruthless, desperate, and feral…i am anansi the spider weaving webs of wisdom, life, and love–i transmute psychic pain and crisis […]