The Blood Seeped into Sand Creek

When the last dust settled, 

when the last blood spilled, 

nearly two hundred lay dead 

They were known and peaceful 

They were women and children, 

Arapaho and Cheyenne 

and the murderer 

was the U.S. Army 

Endless betrayal, 

more treaties ignored 

in the quest for their land 

and the thirst for their heads 

The ambushed, 

unsuspecting bodies 

had suffered the 

most vicious deaths 

Mutilated, murdered 

Scalps, fingers, genitals 

taken as trophies 

The savage we saw 

was simply 

our reflection 

in the mirror 

2 Dec 2019

Discussing Racism in America

But this is different

This time it’s not about race 

Wash, rinse, and repeat 

11 Dec 2019

Watch the poem performed with Danielle Nicole Nikki Dixon

Congratulations on Your Impeachment

We know it’s been 

bothering you

Numbers are 

the very thing

you most love 

to brag about

Inflated, incorrect,

alternative numbers

For years, 

you’ve had to 

distort numbers,

setting records

only in your head

Finally, sir, 

you set a record

without hyperbole,

without exaggeration,

without even a sharpie

You rose,

or should I say fell,

to the occasion

The honor is yours,

an unprecedented 

presidential accomplishment:

the most votes

in American history

Even, 

for your first time ever,

more votes than a Clinton

Celebrate your accomplishment,

Mr. President!

Take a vacation

in some far off place

Leavenworth 

sounds like a nice fit

20 Dec 2019

If Teachers Were Farmers

Her kindness 

was never 

questioned

everyone praised 

her love for 

her students

her gentle 

nurturing 

evident for 

weeks and weeks 

until her students’ 

bellies began 

pushing against 

the buttons 

of their clothes

properly fattened 

on the feed she 

provided 

She gave them each 

one final hug 

as she turned 

on the blades 

and lowered 

them inside 

The screams echoed, 

the tears fell, 

the blood spilled 

But it was, 

after all, 

only one bad day 

in the lives 

she had provided 

for them 

and how she 

loved them 

during their 

brief time 

on Earth 

She is proud 

of the food she made 

for others to enjoy

the people were hungry 

for the tender flesh 

that fell from their bones 

and were willing 

to call the process 

love

while opening 

their mouths and 

turning their eyes 

away 

21 Nov 2019