in celebration of our ability to protest


all black

steady beat


connection to resolve 

connection to determination

connection as i walk

looking into the eyes of another

and taking care of the day to day

as i look out the window 

watching people 

watching the changing sky

i listen to a fast paced beat

keep stepping

keep moving


inch by inch

and as we stand together

everything becomes a protest

a symbol

not to be taken lightly 


so that the bullshit

the disaggreements

the little things that prevent us

become like dissapating fog

drifting into the morning

when greeted by the sun

we link up once more

forming bonds

and the tightness of connection 

that binds heart mind voice together 

sidewalk whispers

walk on the gravel full of sparkles 

shining pavement

as each step passes

a light flashes into view

creating shadows

that cast your feet as mirror images upon the ground

ever think of how they make this sidewalk?

filled with stardust

like walking through the night sky

if we could walk along the stars

do they collect the brightness in someone’s eyes

the little bit of light that catches

do they find an artificial substitute 

that glimmers just the same

when evening turns to night

and the walkers return to their subterranean homes

but something about this sparkle

this magic mesmerizes

hypnotizing the step after step

and until you look down

realizing the ground you stand on

no longer twinkles

and instead the smoothness of a piece of stone

is what you see

concrete crags and rocks so tiny we can barely see them

still they whisper

giving us secret stories of other times

and tell us 

please listen 

because i have so much i have seen

so much i can give

bug walk

a little bug walking up the curve of a leaf

blade of green pointed into the sky

little bug keeps on

scuttling up

still climbing 

legs connecting like its walking in space

this one’s upside down on the leaf

and it looks normal

but to walk on the leaf

it’s like walking on the moon

spinning vortex 

and some dimension you’ve only heard myths about

for the bug

just another moment 

passing as it climbs

and keeps moving

Footsteps in the snow

The leaf on the stairs was a gift from a friend. Shadows turned sideways when I walked into your being.

It was cold out — much more than I am accostomed to since I’m from more temperate climates.

You didn’t think it was anything to have a girl looking through the window. It wasn’t big thing. And it wasn’t disturbing necessarily, but I wondered how long she’d be there. Like she gonna follow me forever or something now just cuz I didn’t exactly leave on good terms?
Watched the girl walk, crunching through snow and I said to him, why you hung up on her like she’s haunting you when you know you could let go at any moment?

Girl outside was an ancestor, you see. Figment of another time. Girl knew to give the message to both of us. Knew we’d hear it better that way.

I couldn’t help but think of my relation to this wood and I saw a hundred–thousand years past. As I blinked my eyes, the years floated by like nothing and I was in stasis. An unanswered question anong the whistling wind. I’d bring a fluffy coat closer to me to warm my cheeks against the cut of the breeze.

Walking takes such effort now. And there was this inclination to follow the girl. She know the way?

I had to hold in the near heartbreak that threatened to leap from my soul. How can I go in there again?

Two sets of footprints then three. It’s the only thing I see as I hide my face from the piercing wind.

Foot steps softly to the nightly snow.

I look around. And I’m alone again. With dancing snowflakes and fairytales that would distract me from the realities if survival.