Saw the cone gnome fixing up a stop sign today and the mailman and a brown box truck but I ponder as a walked past the delivery van’s smile what keep us grinning while they take our cards up cuz the roads need upkeep and…

Dear Black Mothers, I am sorry that your moments of powerful love were twisted into existential fear. I am sorry that at a time you should be able to revel in your child’s natural life, you are made to feel deep doubts of their very…

Sometimes life itself is too much. In these moments, and allow myself to do the next right thing. I wash a dish. I clean my place. I take a nap. I give thanks.

Dark Chocolate   We haven’t spoken in eight years I think of you often Are you that same boy I fell in love with? The boy with the dimples The boy who wanted to become a firefighter And did I wonder what you’re like If…

Master of reinvention, creativity bounces out of you Athletic … even more at 60something Dazzling dancer and so demanding of yourself Ongoing curiosity with life and proponent of improvement Never satisfied with the status quo, early HIV/AIDS advocate Navigator of life to epic proportions Amazing…

My Beloved Mother, How are you? You would be wondering why I am writing you a letter. Do not wonder. I am thinking about you and all memories that I hold dearly. All the lessons you taught me still guides my every thought. You left…

      Dear Anonymous American   I know it’s not your fault. You caught it by default.   All he ever wants – exalt. We wander through double talk.   From the top we get assault. Our wounds get rubbed with salt.   You’re…

Dear Sorrow, I haven’t seen you in a while—it’s been a good six years since you visited. I still think about you, our close times together—but less and less. There are some times months when you never come to mind. In fact, i do believe…

It’s been over twenty years Since you passed away Sadness in my heart Gladness of memories Subtle signs you send Reach me as a mortal Shows you still care Quarters left in pathways I remember how you delighted When exchanging dollars at the post For…

I wept when we reached Sherwood Lane and learned we’d not see your smiling eyes again. Sis and I traveled far praying we would reach you in time. Many hours in the air, clenching armrests on our chair, we shared our hearts and hopes. More than…