Night unfades to dawn as I will my body, mind, soul, and spirit to rally and fight another day.  

tell me a story, yours I want to tell you mine   let’s start at the beginnings that point where we are indistinguishable from each other that point, one where we begin to untangle unravel like a braid someone’s laundry clothesline someone’s fishing line a…

Don’t you feel it within That life is coming to its end Increasing number of murders And Natural cause deaths Nature is at its wits-end The wind doesn’t linger as it did before It’s rushing because it knows the time is short The waves move…

Good Morning Fellow Poets: This is my second year, and this one I hope to complete the full marathon. Last year I did the half, and it was such a rewarding experience. My name is Pamela Gerber and I blog at inthegazeoftheother.com as well as…

Short circuits running through my brain Waves that crash and come back again The clay of thought folding in on itself A place of pain coming off the shelf Defeat and horror The taste of blood Casualties of war Your memories flood The screams and…

All the things she wished for All of them came true But when she wished For what to wish What wad the Universe to do

Do you see me I wonder can you see the tightly coiled strands of my hair that creates my crown The roundness of my ass from the remnants of the shape I USE TO HAVE or am I invisible do I walk into rooms through…

The beginning Another day starts With the handiwork of God A calm blue sky Subtleties of color streaking through the sky The sun climbing to its place   We go about our day Filling the 24 hours with necessity Demands and frivolities The time passes…

My sistah, my sistah, Why are you so burdened? My sistah, sistah, Why is your soul so heavy? Oh my sistah, Why is your head bowed? Oh my sistah, Don’t forget that crown! The crown that He wore, That streamed the redness of your freedom,…

There was one last communion stretched thin between us, razor-fine tightwire which when severed, would crumble whole cities of dreams. Hot salty tears tracked peach cheeks and words frozen in my heart, unable to speak for fear of saying the wrong words at the right…