There is wisdom in me when a child is bereaved, lost the i in me takes a backseat as I take over. She is assured. She is control. There is wisdom in me when the mask of illusion claims spaces unearned and another soul cries to be unshackled. There is wisdom in me…
Category: Poetry
october is like a corinne bailey rae song…so sweet it can’t help but be sad
there is a something a sweet bitter longing something that ties my soul to this day this cold october sunset too early day that draws me in and reminds me of a girl who climbed mountains and a woman who did in fact say i love you first there is a something a sweet bitter…
s.a.d. follows valentine’s (even the calendar is sarcastic)
twilight-isms have yielded a world where love hurts and behind every corner there is a would be billionaire vampire waiting to sweep you off your feet and carry you into his dungeon of kink-dom making your every wish come true so fire up pinterest and get your wedding dress on while tagging your boards with…
it was more than a dream (i testify it was)
in a world where president barack obama were literally among his first words he lies unaware of the prices that were paid he knows not the emmitts that came before him and i like it that way he believes that its all within reach and completely doable who wants to be president when you can…
the longest list
if it were only a matter of a hungry dog and trash that needed to be taken curbside ease is how i would label my life of ordinary heroism taking small steps walking on the stilettos of hope i wake before dawn making room for lunch by noon late a necessary evil i have long…
winterborn (in memory of vernell d. williams)
i am a woman born in winter when all goes pale and dormant i come alive with new ideas invigorated i pack for unchartered territories within and at times without map or guide wondering where can i go who can i be and where will i land if i just jump from this place of…
fiscal cliff (i say if they feeling froggy, jump!)
most of america lives on the edge of reason standing in the gaps of chicken nuggets fried dreams and houses we can’t heat congress jives us about deficits like we don’t know what its like to make hard choices and still live right we all got our problems and have long since given up the…
decidedly unresolved
i will still be fat in the morning my house will not be free of dustbunnies and no closer to millionairehood then the night before i decidedly resolve to remain unresolved my heart is complicated and at times my thoughts a bit twisted i don’t always make wise choices my scale & bank account attest the…
surviving guilt 96 hours post CT
in a tub that is 3 parts bubble 1 part water it is hard to find toes to tickle least of all clean he sloshes and splashes creating bubble beards and fists of steel air punches launch at no target in particular a day is recounted there was art and music he still remembers the…
sometimes i just have to say…thank you
he props me up giving the illusion that it is alone that i stand pushed forward there is no opportunity to even wave goodbye to the life i wish i had known like a wet winter morning the sun does not dawn yet behind the clouds its warmth is apparent unfrozen animated by the force that…
fearfree living 