Witches and warlocks Practitioners of the occult Haitian voodoo magic and hexes African shamans Chicken bones Deer tongues Graveyard dirt Stuffing chickens and rabbits Sewn up tight yet bursting in vain Buried under death rituals. Spellwork is more than just Bathing in blood Poisoning with…

I should have had, well, that implies i’m owed… facts are, i’m not. Cause numbers don’t lie and 4 out of every 10 children are born to unwed mothers. so, I wished I’d have had some guidance, but instead I had… “Books for beginners: things…

Take the money and run Around blocks Running circles Around greed Wasting the fuel of Your life force Your destiny Your integrity Your fate Wads of cash You chase like a carrot To put in holes like Nails in a coffin Trying to stir up…

Apology to the Tree People   Sorry. Took you for granted. Enjoyed your shade, birds, green in spring, splendid colors in fall. Learned about your xylem and phloem, photosynthesis and reverse Krebs Cycle. Didn’t think to get to know you. Your lifestyles, cultures, preferences, parenting…

Photo by Patrick Fore on Unsplash   Why I write I find it oddly comforting, such a sweet release oh so liberating to have the courage to pen down my thoughts my fears and to make sense of it all. I write cause that is…

old ladies keep up with the latest gossip watchtower   Note: This poem is written using a text prompt posted during hour twenty.

When you are tired of treading the beaten path/ When day after day dawns and dies the same way/ When the material world appears ephemeral/ When the values you cherished backbite you/ When the mind-sea is churned by turbulent winds/ ‘Tis time to enter a…

  legs exposed? humiliation headed my way   Source: A blackout poem culled out from Pg. 34 from the novel Looking for Alaska by John Green.

The flash dilates The truth Narrow eyes down a narrow focus Down a path of brambles Thorns tearing flesh Navigating through generational Curses-secrets hidden Behind smiles Released and captured souls Like fish hooked upon The lips curling with their facade Smile for the camera And…

Image prompt: I like being here with you, under the canopy of palm trees. Listening to the waves, dozing off to sleep. The sweet smell of flowers, fill our bodies. How tranquil it is, being here with you.