nearly a full score has passed and i am sitting here trying to imagine a poem that will capture this love now lost that still drives a fork through my heart like a mack truck rambling its way through the eye of a blunt needle where am i now you ask as though i would…
if glory wore a hat she would wear feathers
she was never flamboyant, instead grandma chose crowns made simply of white feathers, small rhinestones & royal blue felt she wore them hats with a dignity peculiar to southern black belles & northerners grown too prim to be touched soapy, her hands worked expertly to peel away white feathers, washing one at a time till…
chasing sleep like it stole something
my evening plans include eating a massive bowl of chili while sitting in front of the television watching ridiculously mind numbing sitcoms with no discernible plot while sipping a larger than life cup of un-spiked herbal tea i will not send read or answer a single email text or facebook message the phone is dead…
single mothers write poems too
sitting here in the space where no one needs me no one pulls at me no one is asking me for anything sitting here with quiet on an early evening i flirt with the possibility of retiring early down blanket pulled to my ears my head buried in a therapeutic pillow designed to keep my…
be warned there is blood in this poem (although i oppose the death sentence)
teensy tiny little bugs take flight and he is filled with fright he who would climb mountains just for the chance to leap runs screaming from moths flies and ladybugs yes ladybugs dancing through air he sees them everywhere flying diving sorting through air it doesn’t matter how small or big or nearly dead they…
simplicity and the one-pot philosophy
my grandmother taught me the power of one-pot. as a homemaker and working mother she was committed to make sure that her family ate well each and everyday. to this end she designed the one-pot system. at breakfast she planned her pot. she might cut up vegetables or send someone to the store to pick…
choosing again
i remember the trip to Cleveland the cold night and frozen lake i remember sitting on a velour chaise starring out frosted windows and wondering if there were cash enough for a last minute gift i remember being tickled to get arms length from a supreme dress and lip syncing to Aretha and Aerosmith i…
Fearfree Living, an Introduction
In our everyday life there is fear. Fear has been grounded into the very fabric of who we are, how we live, how we love. So each decision we make is an effort to protect to keep safe those things that are important – family, self, beliefs, and status. What if there was a way…
crossroad, a blues?
there are all these words floating around in my head hard words / soft words words i don’t want to dance with or chitchat about words that fill me with angst and dread words that block and stifling are reminiscent of rifles sprouting off in parking lots near city skyways where babies are arranged in sandboxes…
pocket therapy, part i
function in this life as a fully evolved being wrap yourself in the warmth of your own love dance without music laugh before the joke is told eat cookies hot out the oven let the lines of your face reflect more smiles than tears grieve openly and without regret walk willingly through mud without shoes and place dandelions…
fearfree living 