poetry

The emperor’s no-clothes

As the stories drift away, As the ideas fade to nothing, You are gradually left naked As a newborn babe, Birthed to a universe That is mysterious, Ever-changing, Pregnant with possibility And silent as to what it all means.

Interview/Talk

(My) racial awakenings, visions of recompense, and an invitation to the skeptical

In this video, I discuss George Floyd's recent death at the hands of police and the awakening it created for me. I discuss the difference between awakened understanding and mental comprehension; the fact that while we can strive for awareness, we cannot control awakening; and the kinds of leadership I envision we will need to… Continue reading (My) racial awakenings, visions of recompense, and an invitation to the skeptical