Elizabeth Catlett and Mickalene Thomas are two artists, both women, both black. Their paintings speak to me. For me they link the struggles made and overcome by generations of black women. It’s striking to me that the eyes of the women in each of the paintings shown here the subject’s eyes share the same weariness and expectation though the settings and timeline are radically different. It leads me to wonder if progress is really progressing.
others can’t hear the way ice cream sounds or taste the flutter of a bird’s wing stirring fall leaves
i lost myself that day in those turns and loved myself along the way as i found myself at a pace where i was more
$29,000 in the hole. $3 balance. faith is tested in times such as these. or solidified.
finally quiet i’d watch sunset outside my kitchen window. cold beer and pen posed over an open journal. incomplete poems littered every page.
picking up strays
pastime reserved for canines
a loyalty offered but
an incomplete seduces and
plays on already overly stretched emotions.
what would i do without these shadows to guide me, walk with me, talk with me, hold me in place? i have no idea but imagine it would be a space without grace.
bacteria infections are
pregnancy scares aren’t
the only reason your
granma told you to beware!
a new creation