Blinded

oh my love , where are you ? with out you i don’t know what to do

A Seaman’s Lullaby

Screaming, screeching, tantrum horn — Startled sleep, rocking left and right, gyroscopically down, up, a seaman’s lullaby, some days. A piece of it, towering, framed by sky’s dimmer-blackness, alone, jagged, 3000 feet cone, piercing shark’s teeth shoals, cresting waves, terror moonlit, postcard perfect, some days….

Hour 1 : In a Post Pride Thunderstorm

In a Post Pride Thunderstorm And the rain comes, emptying the main street of all its characters. Only a few remain. Running around as the brutal drops keep chasing them. Your hair is wet, dripping with joy and both our eyeliners are writing new words…

My first poem

I am confused I don’t know how to use this platform. I will continue to strive for clarification. I am concern about women’s healthcare in this nation. I still have a minute to go not sure where and what is to follow. I breath and…

Baptism

Baptism   As a sucker for symbolism, I was baptized in elementary school.   I’d witnessed plenty of baptisms in  baptismal pools Ponds Metal wash tubs in store-front churches. None of them were like mine. My father – not a pastor – prayed for me…

1. FLOODS

The still air is resonant with an expectation. Waiting, waiting,  waiting for something. Lightening flashing! Thunder roaring!   …and then the pregnant clouds bursting with its burden releases slowly, the first drops of rain splattering. Within seconds pelting, roaring , flooding.   Humans and animals…

Peace is on the other side (Hour 1)

You are already drowning the waves of life push and toss you your body is tired of the burden   “stay afloat” you hear people say the promised help isn’t forthcoming maybe the hope you need lies on the other side of life maybe the…

Physics exam

I am so not ready for my physics exam Oh how to escape this exam room, o wish I had a plan I anxiously wait as they hand out the paper My palm’s are sweating, I feel trapped in my blazer   My heart races…