I’m an aunt, a dog mom, an anarchist following in my mother’s footsteps, and a writer. I live in St. Louis. Our summers boast the kind of humidity that’s good for fostering irises and spider ferns and discussions about the merits of dry heat versus…

If you want to be rich Don’t gamble If that is your wish Don’t grumble   You may win a hand Once in a while It is not a rule But you may try   The other day The other man won a lottery His…

If I could reach the land untouched by man and unkissed by human feet If I could touch time and hold it in my hands and turn it back If I could place the world on my shoulders and move the pieces forward as I…

Starscapes Background on Mars is black. Stars bound. Gas sings in sibilant color; Red, yellow, blue, green, purple, orange. A heaven worth of Skittle’s. Heaven born rainbows, freed from Earth. Vast and breath catching, frozen in the shade, the universe encapsulates the planets. Comets sling…

Hey y’all! New to this. Doing a half marathon/2nd half. Looking forward to meeting you guys and reading all the glorious words of poetry, prose, and whatever else kind of cornucopia of written goodies appear here!

While I am being followed by a moon shadow Moon shadow Moon shadow Leaping up on a moon shadow Moon shadow Moon shadow If I lose my legs, I won’t have to walk no more If I lose my hands, I won’t have to work…

Our bus zooms past treeline highways as we travel to the annual camp-meeting I am always looking forward to the camp-meeting It is in the cool, dry breeze and the happy faces It is in the strange people who peopled the places There is no…

I got goosebumps at midnight, when he held me tight. We looked each other being lost in each other side. millions of days are gone Now he says hold our baby’s finger tight.

She sends him a text message but it is not a text message it is a unique text message two images, arms wrap-around each other.   He replies her text message but there is no text in his message he pushes the button and an…

As dusk emerge as black is on verge. Book of love opens believing,you are still there in my pages.