The Greengrocer washed his hands in cabbage juice every morning; It gave his skin that crisp yet supple flavour one looks for in a father figure. He had hoped this would improve his, frankly, dismal yam sales, but alas it only hastened his metamorphosis into "that woman." You know the one. Regardless, he clung to the hope of better days, neglecting his duty to open the store from 6 AM as advertised (which as we all know i...

Few can see it comingBut oh yes it will comeLike a rising ball of magmaAs hot as the burning sunThrough the rock it is pushingBuilding, rising every dayMaybe you cannot see itMaybe you hope it will go awayBut oh yes it is comingSee the fissures in the landBoiling clefts of dissentTalk of which is bannedWhispers, quiet whispersHush now, the powers come“Stop the wicked words,” they say“Back to your mental slum.”But the sear...

In recent months I have been to four funerals,All of them close friends I have known for many years,People I respected, and in some cases loved;People who had all led rich and fulfilling lives,All loved by family, successful in business,And who had all served their local communities,Enriching others through voluntary service,Often going the extra mile for no rewardOther than the satisfaction of grateful smiles.Every day w...

People speak their words. They stampede in herds, right into the ears of the surrounding people. There are phrases that shine with praises and never fade, bursting like a parade through your thoughts. That is-- they don’t fade until someone’s words slice like a blade through your mind, adding to that daily grind. Praises, compliments turn into disgrace and disparagements because you wanted to be funny. Trust me, there are...

I wake up every morning- incomplete look around, searching- my only need then sudden realization reminds me the social limitations decreed The years I’ve lived- matter the sex I belong to- considered the lineage, the ancestry- liable the character of she- questioned You are not yet of age- confirmed loving a man undisguised- unacceptable living together unmarried- transgression so many confines- I’m fed up! Did my lonelin...

I fucking hate my poetry. I love it, too. It's so bloody banal. It has been said that poetry reveals what is in your heart... Or was ir your soul? Whatever. My heart must be filled with weird, comic, lovely, shite. It has also been said that poetry is so subjective, that it is difficult to accurately judge. So... Why am I judging my poetry? Because I'm a harsh judge of my own self. If that sentence was any less well-writt...

Lay your beating heart by mine Cross your fingers intertwine Search your soul for hidden sign Toss the straws and fall in line. Rest hope’s head upon your bed Have no tears left to be shed Sleep not on this path we tread Read the notions left unsaid. When you tire keep it in If you stop you won’t begin Journey to yourself within Find what’s needed to fit in. When you’re wretched, when you’re sad You’ll see men in same clo...

“Expert” may be parsed  into meaningful meme components: “ex” signifying former and “spurt,” a drip under pressure a Fox News expert on single mothers and the black family, says derelict parents nothing to do with slavery the struggles of Black America have nothing to do with slavery in talking points commentary not a sociologist but more a bigot, all sharp elbows with a facile voice louder than its weight  in content sho...

Life, for what purpose? Together with others givingFor others we’re employingSlave for the money Conscience, blessing or curse?Over thinking instead of livingObserving instead of enjoyingSlave of societies attorney Offspring, we die to nurseLife to give meaning to livingHappiness to see them toyingSophia, my life’s honey

Sound III’m scared!I’m lost in the midst of these dramas,I search someone, but never near. I want to flee from these cultured pretensions Of social class and status. I flee every time but they catch me each time. I'm in the midst of plenty, but lonely! I envy them, For they walk alone in the woods and deserts. They have the world and What do I have? Academic certificates, Ph.D. ; religion and cast certificatesIncome certi...

Trite policies delivered to you in plain white envelopes you'd find in your letter box. It will be laced with mind controlling pheromones, taking away your ability to think rationally, dumbing you down to the degree of a circus animal forced into performing tricks for treats and abused with whips and by starvation if you're not compliant to their orders, while your master pockets all of the day's earnings.You sit down at...

It is said that we live in a free society. I question that and wonder if we are truly free, why has society attached so many strings, saying to us, you can belong if you do this or that, or feel this or that. There seems only to be two holes for us, as members to fit, according to society. Round or Square, we are pegged into one or the other, even if we are a bit oval, or a bit rectangle. Hammered into one or the other, m...