Poem: In Real Life

Sunset Crater Volcano is one the most beautiful places
my eyes have seen. The cratered mountain is covered
by pitch black lava-covered-earth. The flourishing
re-populated forest, which had to break through
incinerated earth encrusted with thousand-year-old
lava rock, stands as witness to the true force of life.

Poem: What if fear holds a truth?

What if fear holds a truth?
Perhaps the truth is so all-consuming,
fear is a subconscious defense mechanism
warning of the imminent end of me –
Solo Me, the me who is alone in the world –
the only way I’ve ever existed.

Poem: For My 10th Grade English Class / Class of 2026

People will use your traumaTo keep you downKeep you bondKeep you dependentKeep you focused on painFearAngerHatredThose who encourage yourHelplessnessSeek to control you the mostBe alertBe readyBe protectiveOf your growthYour lifeYour hopesYour dreamsQuestionWhy someone wantsTo do everything for youMake class easyGive you things you haven’t worked forWhat’s your story if you neverLearn?Never hurt?Never feel?Never heal andContinue

New Project: Cover Art

The muses are working! I’ve been writing almost daily, editing images and manuscripts. I’m so confident that I might finish something during this cycle, I marked book festivals on my calendar for 2024. 🤞🏾

Poem: What you wanna do?

If you truly want what you want Get up and come get it Subliminal messaging won’t Move you closer to touching, caressing or holding me Unfetter yourself Reach out, ask, receive, speak us into existence Come close Do what you wanna do So I can be fully who I am A blessing and a comfortContinue

Poem: It Shouldn’t Take Courage to Love a Black Woman

We, too, desire to bask in the radiance of another’s glory 
To be bathed in joy, peace and tranquility 
To rest without anxiety and wake without urgency 
We don’t need this grace from everyone 
Nor do we expect a societal shift out of gratitude for services rendered 
But for our men… 
It shouldn’t take courage to love a Black Woman

Poem: 63 Today

Your presence was joy to me. 
What was joy to you? Was any portion  
of your earth time enjoyable? Better  
than bearable? Worthy of thanksgiving? 
 
63 today. Each year since you left 
I think I know you better than ever 
and not at all. Who were you, Terry Ann?  

Poem: You So Black by The Song Bird

https://www.instagram.com/reel/Cow6o41NmjE/?igshid=MDJmNzVkMjY= I love this deeply every time I hear it.

Poem: No longer listening

The voice seemed familiar –  
its vibration pierced my soul, 
breached the dark midnight of my days  
in the directionless wilderness of life. 
It pulled me, spun me 
surrounded and filled me. 
The melody delighted me. 

Poem: the blessing of ordinary

if i’m able to exist… like air 
then certainly i’d number 
among the extraordinary