I started pretty late into Hour One, but here it goes, this poem is called Hangover: I split my brain into haves and have-nots, ushered in faux light from between the blinds, resisted the image and the text back, when you say words you…
Category: Miscellaneous
Hour four: Tale of a Broken Heart
I really want to let you in Honestly I truly do But my guard has a mind of its own It built an unyielding fortress even I cannot break through
The Blessed Surprise
At 41 I felt very sick I went to the doctors I wanted to make it quick He said you’re fine And when are you going to draw the line? “What do you mean?” I said Is this something I’m going to dread? You’re pregnant…
Secret Seduction
When our eyes met, our breath and heart rapidly fired. Mutual, erotic suggestions exchanged in our view. Stolen moments clocked by a correspondence or two. At that very moment our journey began. Word play abound containing hidden messages within. Time and space if only we…
Remember
You never know when life will go When everything could disappear You never know when you’ll lose someone When your loved ones won’t be here So tell them you love them Appreciate their time Because today could be the last day You see their bright…
The Black Woman (Hour 4)
She holds her head high Towers over the beat downs from her men Stands above the putdowns from the media Lives life against the grain With the deck of cards stacked against her Yet she stands With her arms outstretched and open wide Her hands…
Sext
Sheltered by the relative immensity of the summer porch, a web and spider go unnoticed by important people about their business while the firefly struggles–filaments ensnare and extinguish light. Such things can only be seen through childish eyes, and longing for the light that was…
To My Sister
To My Sister. 12 years old, and your long, thin legs kick up in the air, Cartwheeling over the grass, The long lines of your body seem to be continually reaching towards the sky. Oh, how I hope you will always be reaching up……
Prompt Four–Kill Your Darlings line removal poem
Stilled Once again, gel was smeared on my swollen belly and paddles were placed over the presumed places of my babies. One baby squirmed and wriggled, warm and vibrant in her world. The technician’s face fell and then froze as she swept the paddles and…
Flathead
The mountains surround me I look to the East Blue sky Blue mountains Blue water I am here in this moment Right where I am supposed to be I step to the edge I look down at the water Waving me in My knees bend…