Grown Up, Gifted and Working to Make a Difference

I grew up gifted. One day I was a snotty nosed 4th grader with double plaits, a champion Chinese jax competitor and neighborhood double dutch Jedi. The next I was given a test, put on a yellow bus and shipped off to a school for ‘special’ kids. To say it pissed me off would be an…

only 42, 647 words to go

i still have no idea what this novel is about…but here’s an exert from today’s writing (warning it has nothing to do with today’s election): Alec’s green eyes met Roxie’s nearly black ones. The look on his face was one of longing and tenderness. Roxie realized this was not a game for him. He was…

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…

its complicated…til its not

in between the stanzas that is where you fit fingers caress keys and i drift inside the melodies that make up you and it is too much baring the weight of this desire against the despair that held me captive only yesterday   its so complicated wanting to want and needing the need of this thing growing inside of me to go a way but there…