Cisneros Cafe

//If I take this leap of faith will my feet still walk steady? Will my mouth quake with words ready for thanks and giving or collapse on faithless ground again? Today, I walked up these …

//God has not forgotten me blistered in the sky left to soar the world alone, grazing across tree tops Neither has he forgotten the five sparrows sold for two pennies the color of their wings …

Forget what it looks like to reach out to someone because of what Twitter or FB says. Forget what it looks like to reach out in a revolutionary way to form a bridge. Forget what it looks like to just be your common self.

I’m a messy Christian, the kind that’s mismatched
Flash danced, grooves scratched – too much vintage on blast

Poets and educators are among the most underrated professionals of my time. I’ve seen firsthand what a poet educator can do for a group of teenagers eager to expand their conscious and their place as …

All five generations of us alive
in one small bleached, concrete room
filled with prayer beads and penance
alive with the death of things
Not one of us allowed by our full names

//I have loved you with an everlasting love, I read this scripture scrawled in the crease of a discarded notebook paper, the spiral fringe partied out on the other end – tired and worn like …

When the war is over and the ground tilled
a new bloom will make home in her spirit

Ma reminds me of struggle and strife
Take care of your own and to God the rest.

For voice, hope, strength
every poet weighed with
the power of the truth –
our very existence the resistance

It’s #FiveMinuteFriday at Kate Motaung’s place. The word prompt is MORE. I’m not a prose kind of person at 4:00 a.m.