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…

midlife aspirations

wind against my face i race hugging the wall the music behind me the pace i keep my own my first freedom wheels to wood floor sweat pouring down my back i lean into it steady and balanced cute not my agenda i’m going for fierce and strong i race no one in particular one…