D, D, D, D, Dear Dark.

In the country that I live,
the trees move when the wind
On the mountain that I face,
rocks tumble gracefully,
respecting each other's turn.
Along the river where we are,
echoes of waves fly, punctuated
with salt.
I can make images come alive
but you will not come near.
I can touch a silver cord in every animal
but birds, they fly on.
The poetry of the world
is on fire, roman candles
Every drumbeat sounds
for your birth, I have made sure of it.
And I wish that your energy
would recognize it all and appear.


NEWS: Art Show & DJ Gig

Hey y'all 
My art installation piece "A Cry for Woman" is currently up as a part of the Bushwick Open Studios in Brooklyn, at the MultiMedia, Music + Art Space XPO929
Show runs from Friday 6/3 - Sunday 6/5. 
I will be DJing the show on Sunday at 3pm. 

XPO 929  
929 Broadway
Brooklyn, NY 11206