An Offering of Love and Pride

I hunt this morning in the rain

Aware of my village duty

A deer is waiting to be slain

Her gift of spirit to me again

In all her sovereign beauty


She waits in stillness by the tree

And listens to the whippoorwill

I think her bounty just for me

To fill the hunger of the three

Who wait beyond the distant hill


The fragrant earth gives up a scent

And sends a message to the sky

I listen now, my ear is bent

A moment more the deer has lent

She does not know the reason why


I take a stance and aim my bow

She wonders who is standing there

I ponder why she will not go

And think in vain to tell her so

She only sighs and does not care.


I loose an arrow straight and true

It finds its mark upon her side

She looks to me from whence it flew

And dying now her heart run through

An offering of love and pride.


A Caged Bird

A chick on a board.  Rise, drop, hot wheels singin’, the wind in her hair.  Ready for Scarecrow man – break on your board, slide under his skinny arm.  Calls her Sugar, wants her sugar, just like Uncle Boris.  Not about to get it.  Pump, pump, glide down Center Street.  Trash day on Maple.  Keds nailed to the board, still light as air.  Kickflip over the tipped barrel.   Knew she could.  Pump, pump, glide.

Home now, late again.  Pop the board.  Tail a little scuffed, just like hers.  Too much ridin’, maybe.  Uncle Boris cussin’ again.

“Damn, Maya, where you been?  Makin’ me late for work.  You’ll pay for it.  Get to cleanin’ that mess in the yard.  Gonna get rid a that damn dog of yours.”

Tryin’ to hold her; tryin’ to keep her; tryin’ to trash her.  But she’s the caged bird that knows how to fly.  Her wings aren’t clipped and her feet aren’t tied, and her board does the singing.

Listenin’ to Latrice outside Bungalow 2.  “Girl, you look bad.  That old fuck got his hands on you again, coppin’ a feel.  He never gonna quit, you know till he gets what he wants.”

“Uh, huh.  All there is.  And Bosco.”

“And that’s just the beginnin’.  Then he’ll be at you every day.  You come stay with me and Momma.  Say goodbye to that ol’ pervert.”

“Lock my door, can’t get at me.  Keep Bosco in there, too.  Don’t want to mess with Bosco.”

“Cookin’ and cleanin’ for him.  You aint no slave, no pussy woman.  Damn, girl, you aint cooperatin’ surely?”

Rides her board down Center Street, swings ‘round Scarecrow man.  She’s the wild rider jumpin’ the black clouds all about her.   She’s Earth Daughter, a fragrance in the wind.  She’s like a night without stars, dreaming heavy dreams, waking to a day still dark with Uncle Boris.  But there are things he doesn’t know.  Her heart is deep with song, her mind filled with freedom.  She is a rainbow that can’t be clouded up.  She is the hidden star that keeps shining.

And she has a board that sings her songs.


Life On a Chessboard, Chapter 1

Chapter 1

I knew it would happen sooner or later.  Brad Murphy’s gang pounces on me and I’m down on my stomach.  Two guys jump on my back.  Brad grabs my hair and grinds my face in the dirt.  But they’ve tangled with the wrong person.  Every muscle in my body is on fire.  I buck and roll, sending the two assholes on my back flying.

“Hold him, hold him, for Christ’s sake,” Brad shouts. Continue reading


Historical Truth – The Effect of Genocide

There is a great need in America today to recognize a historical truth – a need to understand how the accepted doctrine of “Manifest Destiny” spurred ruthless whites, military commanders and government leaders to kill thousands of innocent Native American men, women and children in order to obtain profit (gold) and choice Indian lands for resale or settlement.  History reveals how the first white Americans, the Puritans, began a program of complete extermination of all Indians from the day they landed on Plymouth Rock, and how the policies of so-called great leaders like Andrew Jackson, and the writings of Benjamin Franklin aided and abetted the cause of genocide.

As a result of the mass killings and enslavement of Native and African Americans, bigotry and racial discrimination have taken a foothold in the American genetic memory and culture.  Our leaders (and many citizens) no longer have a certain basic sense of proportion, standing aside without protest while the military turns to preemptive war against non-white nations and persons of color.  Witness the disaster of the Iraq and Afghanistan Wars, where tens of thousands of innocent men, women and children’s lives have been taken as a result of the greed of the oil barons and their corporate friends.

There is a need for Americans to admit this basic truth, to realize where we have gone wrong in the policies of the past and present.  There must be the resolve on the part of concerned citizens to make our leaders return to the principles of justice and fair play.