Wind Me Up
I feel like bustin loose! Sky on my brow. Wind on my breath. Backbeat in every flash of insight. With each breath, scared only that I aint metabolizing each moment…
Hymn to the Mother
You can’t applaud and take notes – Samuel F. Yette Charles Lloyd’s Hymn to the Mother is go-to music, when I’m working diligently to maintain persistence and sanity, remain emotionally supple, and recalibrate…
Bluesy Breezin & Frolicking… for Al Young
Aaaahhh listening to Al Young read Something About the Blues! Aaaahhh watching Black men accept the Frolicking Challenge! Aaaahhh listening to Billy Preston frolic on the organ …. Aaaahhh lifting my voice to harmonize with…
Residency on this Earth…
Photo by Fana Babadayo How do I infuse happiness – wreak happiness? – into my community engagement work? How do I execute rigorous planning? When do I push? When do…