he is crying i cannot get him to take another step he is yelling they kill us! they kill us! i’m too little to do anything! it was just a quick pizza run just up the street a hot ‘n ready in hand home for a night of last year’s blockbusters but he will…
Category: Poetry
Sentinel Sentiment (Joy)
I watch them sleep In these wee hours These me hours I sit and unfold myself Bedside listening to Easy breathing Eyelids flutter Shy smiles dance Upon his lips and I Know the moment I’ve been waiting for He laughs out loud Flipping over I rise More slowly today Returning to my own harbor I…
rainbow hunting 101 (not just for colored girls)
i have been holding my breath holding my hands holding this bill holding it back holding it in while holding it down now at this closing stage this ending phase this last part this new start breathing is no longer a luxury there are full minutes of standing still when you are not…
please stand by…
this old body is just a bit worn down. we’ll be back to regular programming tomorrow.
born late (if you believe in due dates that is)
at 43 weeks gestation she stuffed herself into a taxi in the cold dead of a January morning with the determination and quiet resolve of a newly designated mother after 27 hours of pacing he marveled at the 5 pound newness of her perfect fit in his hands what wonder is this he asked…
swashbucklers, ramble rousers, voyagers galore
hot summer rain, steam streams off side walks and the hard concrete of a 12 by 14 front porch. broken drain becomes Niagara falls, though we have never seen it. pictures from mama’s Britannica are all we need to know this is what it must look like. “Monsoon,” he screams and we laugh so loud…
fredrick douglass & mr. covey (a found poem)
My mind left me to my fate. Under the circumstances I watched my chance, disregarded threats and made my way. I walked through woods. My strength failed me. I fell down for a time. I nerved myself again and started through bogs and briers home. About this Poem: I am a day late with this…
a ditty with words (octpowrimo day 17)
bare all beneath drunk cry fiddle love or recall a sleeping sky sing the ugly sweet smell who, you were About this Poem: I used the magnetic poetry tool suggested for Day 17 of OctPoWriMo to create the poem above.
this poem is for mariah (the first free woman of my line)
solemnly by a lakeside i once sat upon a hill, teaching myself to pray it was a not so long ago time when a feast of fear was normal fair i happily prayed for days of ever increasing joy believing my after would surpass my grandmother’s before and so it has amen. About this Poem: My…
half a life, no longer a wife
half is considerably less than all when there are full size bills in this medium size life with extra large shoes to fit mini-size you.
fearfree living 