A Black Man’s Humble Take On Their First Burn — Fuck your burn. An endearing phrase casually tossed around by the weird gaggle of folk that find themselves in the desert. This year, I attended the Mad Max-vibe party that is Burning Man. A friend invited me. I secured a ticket one month before the event. And my curiosity is…

An earthly poem with ~big~ words. — Sitting, soaking in gratitude, To Mother I show solicitude . Feet in soil, I absorb its tranquillity, My heart’s passion for dirt upon its apogee . Twirling my hair and chewing gum, Bare foot walks, Her touch is winsome . Her splendid aura smiling at me, Teaching me in her…

A Little Dirt Don’t Hurt — Earlier this year, I went over three weeks without showering. I know what you’re thinking… I must’ve smelled like a can of shark shit. But, you’d be shocked to know that I didn’t smell bad as confirmed by several unrelenting sources. My nephew reminded me daily of the study’s progress…

Small Insides + Big Outsides = Happy & Healthy — Have you ever imagined living in a tent full-time? I hadn’t until a month ago. I was hungry to get back on the land, so I bought a yurt-style tent, pitched it on my family’s ranch in San Diego, and told myself that I live there now. I previously lived…

Finding your why is important. Take the time. — “I don’t have to do anything but die,” my great aunt would flippantly remark whenever someone asserted that she had to do anything. As a young lad, I took that to heart. There are consequences for all decisions, but fundamentally, I don’t have to do a single thing, not even…

What is worm farming and why is it important? — “Earthworms are the children of the soil.” — Michael Bassey Johnson The strange, no-eyed wiggly critters of the earth. The unsung heroes/heroines of our soils. Growing up, I didn’t touch many moving creatures. I was the kid that dissected the dead lizard that my friend found, hence my early obsession…

An inclusive poem — Black Lives Matter. Yes, they do. All Lives Matter. Sure, that’s also true. For All to matter, Black must matter as well. If we look beyond the bickering, I find there’s more these words can entail. Frankly, I prefer We ALL Matter, if you read it clearly. To me, it looks beyond the lives of Homo Sapiens that also matter dearly. The tree’s life. The slug’s life. Let’s not take them in vain. Looking beyond the human is a muscle we must train.

Love your yard by killing your lawn — Death to the non-native grass lawn! Why? You might ask. Because it’ll make Mother happier and healthier — trust me, we converse regularly. Oh, and you will save money. Grass lawns are a space for Homo Sapiens to glance upon and occasionally walk about and for our pets to enjoy…

A Caring Poem — Eeny, meeny, miny, moe; peanut butter, jelly; Join me outside and get off the celly. The birds flutter swiftly and sing sweet song; The trees don’t mind, you can surely bring your bong. The good, bad, and ugly, the land takes it all; Heal her and heal oneself, her gifts conjure awe. Tender, caring, loving, she’s my oldest friend; How we got ourselves stuck indoors I cannot comprehend.