Hey there stranger it's been a while Haven't seen you around latelyTalk to me I'll make you smileIt's nice to talk with you dailyLife has a way of keeping us awayIt's nice to see you hereTalking with you always made my daysA time or two you wiped away my tearsIn so many ways we're the sameJust here to share interesting thoughtsWe understand that this is just a gameKeeping it together so we don't get caughtWe both have com...
1The world around me is utterly dark and yet I keep running. I know that I cannot stop or I risk my life as well as the lives of the people who run with me. I don't know how long I've been moving or how long I'll have to continue on my trek. I feel the earth beneath me being bruised by my fast moving feet. Every step I take forward is a step into the completely unknown, a step into the darkness. But it's much better than...
She's shifting the bedrockShe's dancing tectonicAnd now I am drowningIn the delugeStruggling to get to the surfaceFighting through the debris of my heart.
An afternoon beer in the showerThe written prayers of a Serbian bishop Eating Mexican food alone at the market Chopsticks and noodles A prayer beneath a canopy of trees Contemplating a woman’s lips Contemplating her kiss Waking to the rain on your window Writing a poem for a black widow These are the sacramental acts For the simple and holy essence of your life.
I want to tell you, Tell you about a woman’s love, Because the world does not know enough. There are few words sufficient in nature With meanings that can cover the depth Of what she gives When she chooses To open her arms And lets you enter her heart. It is what old, lonely men wish to whisper In the ears of their sons, So that they will know And maybe save themselves From making mistakes, From losing it in...
Don't sigh Looking at your life While standing naked Bare Before mirrors Seeing your reflection Through his eyes Letting tears cloud Your own Someone Should have told you Long ago Should have taken your hand Touched your skin Kissed your lips Whispered in your ear With heat Fueled by more than Passion's fire Now words are not enough Sounds die slowly In the face of pain's Ugliness This goes beyond thought It is the spirit...
"We won't let them call it a break down this time," She says, Wiping imagined stray hairs from my brow. I want to laugh. I want to cry. I want to scream. Medication is bliss. I wonder their names. I cannot control my lips, Let alone form words. So, mother you have won. What am I without my words? My life's time consists of responses, Under breath and at the top of my lungs, To you. I fight for the “I” of eac...
THE FOURTH OF JULY Did they know when they signed their names, declaring freedom from tyranny and the right to pursue happiness, that the women in their lives, the Africans who plowed their fields, the Natives whose land they occupied were listening and breathing the same air that summer day? Did they realize their ignorance when they rang the bell of liberty and heard the cannon roar in celebration that they were creatin...
Diaspora She asks me if I know what this means Like the seeds of a dandelion Blown by the harsh winds of intention versus expectation I am a black woman and the seed Is the marrow of my spine The wind has caught in the thickness of my hair Lifting me to this place among pale faces Liminal Being She asks me if I know what this means When I catch the sea at high tide I will drift to my people in familiar waters T...
Chapter 57 A Pleasant Landing “My name is Fern, and from now on you work for me, and you belong to me!” Aha, what does that tell me? This Fern guy is handsome, graceful, but rude. Is he also “dangerously confused”? That remains to be seen. We walk to a huge craft, parked on the beach, half-way in the water. There is a ramp stretched from the door to the sandy soil. I feel a tickling on my right hand. There is a ribbon of...
He saw her in the park on a sunny day, while he was just walking though to the other side where he lived in a block of flats. He came out from behind a few trees just after 6pm that late sunny afternoon, where he stopped in his footsteps to see a beauty that was led to him from heaven. OR so he believed. He wished he could picture this moment and let time stand still. There she was, lying on a bench. Wearing a red dress,...
The sadness in her eyes,Tell a thousand stories,Of a million lies.The hurt that she felt,That woman so weary,Doesn't show however hard you look.As she washes her hands the water runs clean,Though after all the deceit that she has befallen,It amazes.She only buys singles in stations,Because she never wants to go back,Back to where she's been.The station woman stands,Her headscarf and dark, dark clothes,Allow her and her be...
I paint with wordsMy brush is my pen.Surrounded by voices of my loved onesI see a woman, Struggling to bear her burdensBurned as a child by her own mother for small transgressionShe lived through nightmare by grit and determination.She married a man, who deserted her for another,Making an offer of polygamy he thought of downplayingPregnant with second child she refused this pittance,Leaving the known behind, She worked as...
THIS OLD WOMANThis woman has grown bitter and twistedlike an old knarled treethat sits atop a barren, rocky outcropthat looks out over the sea.Buffeted by winds and salty airstripped bareof life.Stubborn and resolute.Holding on till death to be rightto winat all costs.Not noticing the true costto her ravaged Soul.
The cold seeped through the seams of her flimsy jacket and Kat shivered violently. The icy finger of a zephyr curled its way around her neck like a scarf and raised goosebumps over her back. Impatiently, she pressed the doorbell for a third time. The snow had arrived a month earlier and had not left, lying in a thick blanket that seemed to hold in the freezing temperatures. Unable to cope, public transport had ground to a...
