Hey there stranger it's been a while Haven't seen you around latelyTalk to me I'll make you smileIt's nice to talk with you dailyLife has a way of keeping us awayIt's nice to see you hereTalking with you always made my daysA time or two you wiped away my...
1The world around me is utterly dark and yet I keep running. I know that I cannot stop or I risk my life as well as the lives of the people who run with me. I don't know how long I've been moving or how long I'll have to continue on my trek. I feel the ea...
She's shifting the bedrockShe's dancing tectonicAnd now I am drowningIn the delugeStruggling to get to the surfaceFighting through the debris of my heart.
An afternoon beer in the showerThe written prayers of a Serbian bishop Eating Mexican food alone at the market Chopsticks and noodles A prayer beneath a canopy of trees Contemplating a woman’s lips Contemplating her kiss Waking to the rain on your window...
I want to tell you, Tell you about a woman’s love, Because the world does not know enough. There are few words sufficient in nature With meanings that can cover the depth Of what she gives When she chooses To open her arms And lets you enter her h...
Don't sigh Looking at your life While standing naked Bare Before mirrors Seeing your reflection Through his eyes Letting tears cloud Your own Someone Should have told you Long ago Should have taken your hand Touched your skin Kissed your lips Whispered in...
"We won't let them call it a break down this time," She says, Wiping imagined stray hairs from my brow. I want to laugh. I want to cry. I want to scream. Medication is bliss. I wonder their names. I cannot control my lips, Let alone form words. ...
THE FOURTH OF JULY Did they know when they signed their names, declaring freedom from tyranny and the right to pursue happiness, that the women in their lives, the Africans who plowed their fields, the Natives whose land they occupied were listening and b...
Diaspora She asks me if I know what this means Like the seeds of a dandelion Blown by the harsh winds of intention versus expectation I am a black woman and the seed Is the marrow of my spine The wind has caught in the thickness of my hair Lifting...
Chapter 57 A Pleasant Landing “My name is Fern, and from now on you work for me, and you belong to me!” Aha, what does that tell me? This Fern guy is handsome, graceful, but rude. Is he also “dangerously confused”? That remains to be seen. We walk to a hu...
He saw her in the park on a sunny day, while he was just walking though to the other side where he lived in a block of flats. He came out from behind a few trees just after 6pm that late sunny afternoon, where he stopped in his footsteps to see a beauty t...
The sadness in her eyes,Tell a thousand stories,Of a million lies.The hurt that she felt,That woman so weary,Doesn't show however hard you look.As she washes her hands the water runs clean,Though after all the deceit that she has befallen,It amazes.She on...
I paint with wordsMy brush is my pen.Surrounded by voices of my loved onesI see a woman, Struggling to bear her burdensBurned as a child by her own mother for small transgressionShe lived through nightmare by grit and determination.She married a man, who...
THIS OLD WOMANThis woman has grown bitter and twistedlike an old knarled treethat sits atop a barren, rocky outcropthat looks out over the sea.Buffeted by winds and salty airstripped bareof life.Stubborn and resolute.Holding on till death to be rightto wi...
The cold seeped through the seams of her flimsy jacket and Kat shivered violently. The icy finger of a zephyr curled its way around her neck like a scarf and raised goosebumps over her back. Impatiently, she pressed the doorbell for a third time. The snow...
