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…
Tag: simplicity
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…
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…
fearfree living 